Pretty Things

Blue dreams, new things
Pretty things in a globe, we're just floating on the floor
New whip, ice cream with the snow
New drugs, high beams on the road

Pitch black, I swerve on the road
Tic Tac, pill right down the throat
Sit back, climb high on the rope
Switch track, that one's getting old
I wreck, I get big bills, Nike check
No stripes on me, I'ma vet at this shit
She said I bet
Easy win, I'm not high yet
Yes I am, I was wrong about it
Messages unopened, forget about it
Dm's go crazy, overcrowded
PM, all night, so I'm clouded

Blue dreams, new things
Pretty things in a globe, we're just floating on the floor
New whip, ice cream with the snow
New drugs, high beams on the road



Credits
Writer(s): Jace Smith
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