Buttermilk

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk

One second we're good then it's overkill

You're pulling me out of the gutter

Then throwing me into the lava

Pull my love away

The color turns to gray, oh

I got a feeling

I got a feeling I'm tearing you down, if you can believe it

I'm too attached to the sound of you

Pulling me out of the gutter

Then throwing me into the lava

Dunking me into the water

Ay, ay, go in circles

Hot potato pain

Fly like missiles

Through the empty space

Pull my love away

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk

One second we're good then it's overkill

You're pulling me out of the gutter

Then throwing me into the lava

Pull my love away

The color turns to grey

(Oh)

I got a feeling

I got a feeling that I can't change, if you can believe it

I'm too attached to the same game

You pulling me out of the gutter

Then throwing me into the lava

Dunking me into the water

Ay, ay, go in circles

Hot potato pain

Fly like missiles

Through the empty space

Pull my love away

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk

Buttermilk, buttermilk

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk

A buttermilk, butter

A buttermilk, butter

A butter, butter

A butter, butter

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk

Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk

Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter

Buttermilk, buttermilk, buttermilk

Buttermilk, butter, buttermilk, butter

Buttermilk