Butter
Behold, the same size of Pariston
They passed it down, we made it be
This time, it's do or die
Driving still the neighbor's only heist
Make a greater pudding to put down and make a print
Isn't easy, when we only have one shot
We have
To say goodnight
We have
Breakout
Say goodnight
This is not an open invitation
It is an open book
This is not a result of innovation
This is not making you move
You and I, flying through a window
You and I, covered in bruises
I am the one, the one that gives a beat up, beat up
Covering you