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letra de butter (facelifted) - anacron

anacron plays everything
right, right, right

1995, senior year, hami high
cornball dudes, but the fe’s h-lla fly
loungin’ with the nickster, coolin’ with chris
terence and tac-ma, 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 st–ze, 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 sl-t-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 att-tude was new day, next lay
and believe you me – they all got played
but here go ‘resse, she premier’ed m-ss 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
h-lla hot like wesson and i’m smooth like b-tter

it’s like b-tter baby, it’s like b-tter
not no parkay, not no margarine
strictly b-tter, strictly b-tter 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 b–bs, fake b-tt, 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 b-tter

rest in peace, phife; stay smooth like b-tter

it’s like b-tter baby, it’s like b-tter
not no parkay, not no margarine
strictly b-tter, strictly b-tter baby

manoemusicc. west coast. unfamous. pntgllryntwrk

- anacron

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