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Little band-aid on my face Cut myself shaving I was never good at that man shit Never good at that planned shit Never good at that exchange Never good at that first aid Never good at that long stay Still, though I could be your baby boy (all these butterflies falling on me) (ooh ooh ooh, i'm your) I caught you acting like someone better You can't fool me I see the cars in slow motion I see it all in slow motion I'm looking way past where niggas thought we could've been There's a residency open on my forehead You can book the whole gig It's a long bid But you gotta play the crow right And they love it when you call me Baby boy (all these butterflies falling on me) (i'm your baby) From Letras Mania