Mutual Butterflies

[Intro: Alex Orr]

Wassup ladies and gentlemen

This your host DJ Sentra

How y'all doing on this fine summer evening

The time is now 7:50 and it's 76 degrees with a cool summer breeze

You're listening to hot 82.4 and this smooth track I'm 'bout to play reminds me of my first girlfriend

Haha

Hate that bitch

But anyways (yeah) here's Ryan Trey (yeah) Mutual Butterflies

[Verse 1]

I give you parts of my heart I've never seen before

I let you paint my black and white feelings to pink and gold

Lil girl I let you drive my car

I let you see my room

I let you drink my juice, nobody drinks my juice

I let you get too comfortable (yeah)

You wasting my time

I know I shoulda hit you with that duck and roll (yeah)

And now my niggas like I told you so (yeah)

But then my momma told me real eyes realize, baby

Realize this girl for you

You the only one trippin, she gave her soul to you

I guess she right, I mean she cool, I mean she tight

I mean if we speaking on facts I guess she's something that I like

Or maybe date

Or maybe wife

Oh I'm trippin'

Did I admit that I'm slippin' for a girl like you?

I guess I could try to

The only problem is you make me nervous

But then you told me that I make you nervous too

[Hook]

I guess that's mutual

Butterflies

(yeah)

(yeah)

That's just the way it goes

You're what I'm waiting on

I'm just so used to hurtin'

This love just makes me nervous

But it's just mutual

Butterflies

(yeah)

(yeah)

[Verse 2]

Aye

These love things are mutual, when they somewhat beautiful

Guess my heart could get used to you, feel you when you arrive

You ain't even touch the porch yet

I come to you when I'm upset

With you I can forget that I'm hurtin'

And when I'm low you pull me from the bottom

I know I get lost but I ain't really searchin' when I know you got it (yeah)

Where have you been? I shoulda heard about it

Damn, I love it

Cause see when I'm with you, I feel a nigga lose his problems

Things you teach me, make me reconsider college

Too many colors used to make a nigga nauseous

Red, blue feelings make a nigga look like Compton

Bruce Lee kick it, just call off of work if you with it

Babe, I've never had a you before

And you a present and a future goal

Cause I gave you my soul, you gave one back

Who woulda known that this was

[Hook]

Mutual butterflies

(yeah)

(huh)

You know who this for, (right)