Butter (Facelifted)

Lyrics

Anacron plays everything Right, right, right 1995, senior year, Hami High Cornball dudes, but the fe's hella fly Loungin' with the Nickster, coolin' with Chris Terence and Tacuma, they know who they is I was the dope rhyme sangin', Sho'Line bangin' Jazz-riff rockin, but never was I jockin' 'Cause when it came to fe's, you know my creez was the sheez Until I met my match, her name was Claresse Jheah! I eiht MC's, most wanted Claresse Steady hatin' on her steeze, trying to label her skeeze But deep down in my heart, I knew Claresse would aim to please BBD Boot City: I Thought It Was Me Little did I know that she was playin' with my brain I learned that womxn game the same; no slut-shame I feel like Justin Biebs I need somebody to love Not a Dove so ignorant she gotta gold dig for cents Crushin' on my homebody, creepin' behind my back I'm posted like a tack, then ghosted 'cause you're wack Straight up, I can't front, thought I was all that But now, it seems, I met my match I was a stone cold stunna, you couldn't tell me nun'ya Being true to one boo? Too Fabolous like dunna dunna Had Lana, Khadijah, Erin, Keirin 'Stina, Meenah, Gina, Trina Used to want'em, need'em, squeeze'em, please'em Intrusive, elusive, I learned it's abusive My whole attitude was new day, next lay And believe you me - they all got played But here go 'Resse, she Premier'ed Mass Appeal Had to Take It Personal and go Ron O'Neal Was this really love? Then again, how could I know After all this time trying to hoe before I grow? I caught the lesson! Every swoon I utter Hella hot like Wesson and I'm smooth like butter It's like butter baby, it's like butter Not no parkay, not no margarine Strictly butter, strictly butter baby I remember when ya'll would play me to the left, but now you play along They be like, "we love you 'Cron!" and I'm like, "bruh... C'mon." 'Cron-this, 'Cron-that; where you goin', where you been Knowing I travel a lot, watching my Stories with your friends You didn't want me then, so yo hon, don't want me now Just because on principle, I'll probably do you foul Get that glimmer out your eye. Although, you're looking fine; You get an "E" for "extra", and "T" for "next time" Tell me, what's the reason you're all in your feels? Fake boobs, fake butt, claiming you're "real" Barely got a Black person in your whole gang But you appropriate the culture, and you know all the slang You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do So you chose your favorite filter, and your followers grew Your social network is a lie, and it could never be true And if you really loved yourself, then someone else could love you If your halo was real, I wouldn't have dissed ya That flower crown was Snapped, so I had to dismiss ya If you can't achieve it, then why not just delete it Id you can't extend it, then you might as well unsend it If it's hard to swallow, DM me something hollow I seen a ton of selfies, and I'm like, "unfollow" If you were just you, talk to you? Maybe But I can't afford no Six Million Dollar Lady Trying hard to look fly. I'm looking past you when Your whole life is a lie - You are so Kardashian You want an elitist life? Go bother Yeezy You can't get The Chronic if you want Eazy I ain't the one, my game is Super Mario Brothers Anacron is on the mic, and I'm smooth like butter Rest in Peace, Phife; stay smooth like butter It's like butter baby, it's like butter Not no parkay, not no margarine Strictly butter, strictly butter baby Manoemusicc. West Coast. Unfamous. PNTGLLRYNTWRK