ButterFly Floats

No other way to see who you are, than losing your hope Feeling I'm crunched on time, with every year that approach Lost behind all the ways, that I've seen em come and some go Tryna pick off they plate, but none of it's hitting home A story that's missing of mine that ain't told Something for someone similar, giving them to hold And I pray that one day, I get to see it all unfold In a way that engraves, in the culture for the post I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess This Journey keeps my innocence, dedicated with bigger purpose I'm grannies angel but still falling short in my guilty pleasure Spirit knows better, so my eyes twinkle in the darkest places Canine instincts I'm grateful nd it's no where near November It's hot as hell, but refuse to indulge in clichés of heaven Tried imagining but out my reach, like I'm meditating Exploring my ends Past the stars I used to mix in my kid cuisine pudding And still don't wear Ralph Laurens at all And ain't have that big taste for Jordans Just how I was raised And picturing all girls as part of the debt to be paid No house hopping alternating on holidays Ensuring the loves the same I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats And my fear of being AWOL from incompetence Makes incubating harder for love Cause extended hours I'm on I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats I guess That's how The ButterFly Floats