Pretty/Dope
She's so beautiful, every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
We'll call her K, but the name is euphemistic
So let me introduce you without getting too specific
Smart, artistic, pretty little misfit
Yeah, she's pretty dope, but she's prone to dope sickness
If she's sniffin', that's not her allergies
Miss addictive personality
Searching for that prince, as a kid, she dreamed of
Such a beautiful mess, no man wants to clean up
She used to think fun was drinking maybe one, on the weekend
Now she just drinks to be numb, and stop thinkin'
About all the things that she's done
Every dark day makes her more desperate to see sun
It'll come tomorrow, she hopes, before she swallows
A toast to rainbow, she jokes, and throws the bottle
Shattered glass, a man passes and calls her a ho
I say she's just a lost soul that every one of us knows
She's pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's got a body you wanna handle at every turn
Keeps herself fit, that is her only concern
Taking pills, just to fight off what she just learned
'Cause in a couple of years, she's gon' be in an urn
Tests were positive, but you wanna get her number
It's not obvious yet, just wait 'til next summer
She's not a lesbian and can't have sex with men
Got a transmitted disease, that is what she's carrying
You wouldn't know that, looking at her nice smile
A pair of tits and them hips, plus she got style
It's just not meant to be, there's a greater penalty
She's a fighter, maintaining H.I.V
She smiles back, but it lacks emotion and looks off
She feels ugly, that's why she keeps her hoodie on
She's a fallen angel, due to the track marks
That's why she runs every day, tryin'a catch what she lost
Pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
Layla's seventeen, with dreams of a magazine
Video vixen, media addicted
She is a victim of reality shows
'Cause she implements those as blueprints for her goals
There's a twist, where the story begins
Layla was a good girl, class valedictorian
But not dating material
Her mind state would change, all because of rap videos
She seen no intelligence gained attention
So she dumbed it down, and tunneled her vision
Now she's in the club every week
Not concerned with a degree, she prefers being a freak
How she go from tryin'a get her bachelor's
To one night stands with every man that's a bachelor
Wonder why Layla ditched all her plans
Maybe for the fast life, and desire of bad men
Pretty dope
That's pretty dope
That's pretty dope
She's always up early, at the break of dawn
Looking like the Scream mask until she gets that makeup on
Her face, disgraced, can't tell who she sees in the mirror these days
All you need to know is that she's out of your league
Supermodel, walk's mean, got you following her lead
Every footstep, the ground shakes
Your heart pounds to the sound her heels make
She lives the glam life, drugs, sex, and cash
An A-lister with a triple-X past
In that S Class, fast life
Can't remember how she made it home last night
Or put a name to the face that she woke up to
A notch in the headboard and period overdue
A superstar, at the bar, just a drunk broad
Might as well have an abortion clinic punch card
She love it raw, but she wants to keep her body
Using the rhythm method, but she's always off beat
Cocaine be the drug of choice
Get her a bump, she'll hump your leg, getting moist
That hard white got a hold on her life
She's got HIV plus, plus dough, equals lots of borrowed time
She's on TV, nobody knows behind the scenes
The tormented soul of a beauty queen
Pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
We'll call her K, but the name is euphemistic
So let me introduce you without getting too specific
Smart, artistic, pretty little misfit
Yeah, she's pretty dope, but she's prone to dope sickness
If she's sniffin', that's not her allergies
Miss addictive personality
Searching for that prince, as a kid, she dreamed of
Such a beautiful mess, no man wants to clean up
She used to think fun was drinking maybe one, on the weekend
Now she just drinks to be numb, and stop thinkin'
About all the things that she's done
Every dark day makes her more desperate to see sun
It'll come tomorrow, she hopes, before she swallows
A toast to rainbow, she jokes, and throws the bottle
Shattered glass, a man passes and calls her a ho
I say she's just a lost soul that every one of us knows
She's pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's got a body you wanna handle at every turn
Keeps herself fit, that is her only concern
Taking pills, just to fight off what she just learned
'Cause in a couple of years, she's gon' be in an urn
Tests were positive, but you wanna get her number
It's not obvious yet, just wait 'til next summer
She's not a lesbian and can't have sex with men
Got a transmitted disease, that is what she's carrying
You wouldn't know that, looking at her nice smile
A pair of tits and them hips, plus she got style
It's just not meant to be, there's a greater penalty
She's a fighter, maintaining H.I.V
She smiles back, but it lacks emotion and looks off
She feels ugly, that's why she keeps her hoodie on
She's a fallen angel, due to the track marks
That's why she runs every day, tryin'a catch what she lost
Pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
Layla's seventeen, with dreams of a magazine
Video vixen, media addicted
She is a victim of reality shows
'Cause she implements those as blueprints for her goals
There's a twist, where the story begins
Layla was a good girl, class valedictorian
But not dating material
Her mind state would change, all because of rap videos
She seen no intelligence gained attention
So she dumbed it down, and tunneled her vision
Now she's in the club every week
Not concerned with a degree, she prefers being a freak
How she go from tryin'a get her bachelor's
To one night stands with every man that's a bachelor
Wonder why Layla ditched all her plans
Maybe for the fast life, and desire of bad men
Pretty dope
That's pretty dope
That's pretty dope
She's always up early, at the break of dawn
Looking like the Scream mask until she gets that makeup on
Her face, disgraced, can't tell who she sees in the mirror these days
All you need to know is that she's out of your league
Supermodel, walk's mean, got you following her lead
Every footstep, the ground shakes
Your heart pounds to the sound her heels make
She lives the glam life, drugs, sex, and cash
An A-lister with a triple-X past
In that S Class, fast life
Can't remember how she made it home last night
Or put a name to the face that she woke up to
A notch in the headboard and period overdue
A superstar, at the bar, just a drunk broad
Might as well have an abortion clinic punch card
She love it raw, but she wants to keep her body
Using the rhythm method, but she's always off beat
Cocaine be the drug of choice
Get her a bump, she'll hump your leg, getting moist
That hard white got a hold on her life
She's got HIV plus, plus dough, equals lots of borrowed time
She's on TV, nobody knows behind the scenes
The tormented soul of a beauty queen
Pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's pretty dope
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
She's so beautiful
Every man wants to be the thorn to her rose
She's always in a mirror
Every half hour got her powdering her nose
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Writer(s): Kevin Jacobson
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