Volcano Chainsaw Butterfly

[Intro] Yeah Look (ha) Uh [Verse 1] Walk in, whole room shake, that’s a volcano Pressure in my chest, then I blow, that’s the payload Lava in my lungs, every bar turn to napalm Turn the ceiling to the floor, every show feel like chaos Ambition in my eyes, can’t sleep, can’t lay low Climb ‘til my feet bleed, split stone, split halos Dreams in the way? rev up like a chainsaw Teeth to the doubt, let it bite, let the shame fall Cut through the noise, every “no” get mangled Carve out a path where the map said “angel” They pray that I cool down, beg me to stay soft But I’m fire in a steel cage, I break locks [Chorus] Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly (yeah) Blow up, cut through, then I glide (then I glide) Came from the mud, from the grit, from the grind Now I rise, now I slice, now I shine Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly (woo) Big blast, clear path, then I fly They don’t see the scars, just the height of the sky Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly [Verse 2] Started as a bruise on the world, lil’ speck, lil’ nothing Cocoon in a dark room, sick of being humble Every whispered doubt in my ear, had to crush it Turned every cracked wing to a blade when it rusted Now I flutter over fear, light steps, heavy history Every color on my back spell “victory” They only love you when you pretty, when you painless But I was ugly in the basement, eating raindrips Clipped wings on the floor, yeah, I taped those Turned ‘em to a flag that I wave from the same rope Hang all my failures in a line like a chain Then I swing on that thing, break straight through the frame (hey!) I’m the calm in the eye, then the storm when it hits Quiet when I plot, then it’s war when I spit How you gonna stop what was born from the fire? How you gonna cut what was forged outta wire? [Chorus] Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly Blow up, cut through, then I glide Came from the mud, from the grit, from the grind Now I rise, now I slice, now I shine Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly (oh yeah) Big blast, clear path, then I fly They don’t see the scars, just the height of the sky Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly [Bridge] (I said) pressure Pop Silence Drop Either you melt Or you mold from the flame Either you freeze Or you carve you a lane Volcano in my chest, chainsaw in my will Butterfly on my shoulder, still ready to kill [Chorus] Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly Blow up, cut through, then I glide Came from the mud, from the grit, from the grind Now I rise, now I slice, now I shine Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly Big blast, clear path, then I fly They don’t see the scars, just the height of the sky Volcano, chainsaw, butterfly (yeah)