Cosmic Hill - Like a Butterfly (Audio)
Channel: Cosmic Hill
Date: 2021-01-28

"Like a Butterfly" is lifted from the "Dirty Colors" EP

Vocals: Jafac & Feukaz
Guitar: Hadrien Goury alias Gourax 
Bass: Danny Chien
Trumpet: Simon Pasquis
Drums: Béranger Mombrun
Keyboard: DJ Shooz alias Lars1
Computer music: Gourax 

Written by Jafac & Feukaz
Composed by Gourax 
Recorded, mixed & mastered at Studio Sapristi by Sebastien Hahn
Artwork by Lukas Lebègue

CONNECT WITH COSMIC HILL:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cosmichill/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cosmic_hill/
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/cosmic-hill
Website: https://www.cosmic-hill.fr/

CONNECT WITH STUDIO SAPRISTI:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/StudioSapristi/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/studiosapristi/
SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/sebastien-hahn

LYRICS:
Breakin' my voice, anyways. I made this choice, yesterday
Things to see, nothing to say. Defecatin' on the bling like a jay
No escape, from north to south when my mouth contaminates houses
Black coffee and cigarettes, I don't really need to (take some rest!)
I smoke Craven A for my breath and choke the Kraken with my sex
Yo check those jokes on the desk. I wrote 'em, probably after my death
I don't remember, what's the problem? I am Tom Bombadil, Feukaz is Gollum
You scream for the ill stream, whatever! We prefer shout louder

Annoying sound, filthy accent! That's my toy! That's my toy!
Yellin' in the underground! That's my boy! That's my boy!
I don't wanna crown a president! That's my joy! That's my joy!
Enjoy the smell of hound! Smell of hound, smell of...

You know I'll be rappin' till the end of the night. Bring poisonous rhymin' in this illegal fight
My big thick flow makes your girl's pussy feels tight. Everyone I know has chosen my sight
When it's rainin', no problem, while drinkin'. How else would I do? Thought you would knew
Even when I chew a clit, I blow a beat! Doin' it in public, bad habit! (Should maybe stop it)
They call me rappin' hobbit not because of my size, but because I can fit in anything with my rhymes
Fit the beat in the box, see where this is goin'. Ends up with beat box from those rap addicts
(We're feelin' like fireflies...) C.H. team under the lights
(Butterfly effect into the wild!) Dreamin' in a sleepless flight

Annoying sound, filthy accent! That's my toy! That's my toy!
Yellin' in the underground! That's my boy! That's my boy!
I don't wanna crown a president! That's my joy! That's my joy!
Enjoy the smell of hound! Smell of hound, smell of...

Fuck the cocaine! We've got the music and fix this with homemade tricks
Create us a fat beat, mate! Then pass the ax, we assassinate it
The wind ain't cold, so we unfold the wings light like a butterfly
Golden lift-off! But it's better when we bring also gladiator style
We always told you boys, our energy's seldom sold out (sold out)
Listen to these crazy noises who are cloutin' drunken louts
Hey my people, he has a question: (Could you give me some beverage?)
Squeeze out spittle from the microphone! ("Slurp!" We go on the rampage)
Robust repetition, transpiration trickles. Don't be outraged
Trust us, no lust. We just adore to make circles on the stage
Jump on the floor, especially if it's dusty, man we're sweatin'
We wanna see flyin' particles, they're gonna land on your wet skin

Annoying sound, filthy accent! That's my toy! That's my toy!
Yellin' in the underground! That's my boy! That's my boy!
I don't wanna crown a president! That's my joy! That's my joy!
Enjoy the smell of hound! Smell of hound, smell of
Cosmic Hill

Annoying sound, filthy accent! That's my toy! That's my toy!
Yellin' in the underground! That's my boy! That's my boy!
I don't wanna crown a president! That's my joy! That's my joy!
Enjoy the smell of hound! Smell of hound, smell of...