SADness
Aye, aye yo yo yo yo yo
Pretty women looking like she got her face off, face off
It's no question, it's no question
Pretty women gotta make sure that she fly, that she fly aye yup
It's no question, it's no question
Pretty women looking like she got her face off, face off
Got her face off, it's no question
It's no question
My pretty women looking like your pretty girl flexing, flexing
It's no question
Come prepared for anything it's ironic
Cause you know when sales decline up hill battle to the top
Fuckers gon flop if they don't drop
In this season I'm cold as winter ice
Don't need a reason for why I'm sad
Clean as kitchen benches when your bitch is not reading my pad
Oxycodone Xanax now you know I'm not fucking with that
Tight as fuck but I'm tired as fuck
Minus the lust we just living our life's with the lightest touch
B3 be high as fuck like a lane switch in the seven
My bitch be an eleven thick as fuck I be in heaven
So just vibe to this baby lye on me not from the size of wrist
But from the heart on it
We going hard on this
New equip new whip yeah that's a bimmer bitch
Bright lights in the city got me seeing shit
This ain't a flex but my bitch bad as Heathers wit
Jokes aside when you're my pretty girl cause
Pretty women looking like she got her face off, face off
It's no question, it's no question
Pretty women gotta make sure that she fly, that she fly aye yup
It's no question, it's no question
Pretty women looking like she got her face off, face off
Got her face off, it's no question
It's no question
My pretty women looking like your pretty girl flexing, flexing
It's no question
It's been a long journey that I've been through to get to here
So I'm very sorry if this comes off rude, comes off rude yup
Cause I've traveled to every inch of my fucked up head
But can't seem to get out of my broken bed, nah
Try to find the words to express my feelings
Practice is perfect but perfect doesn't have the meanings
So no one else can understand all of the hurt
Blood and guts on the table I bet you don't even read the words
I put my pad down to give up nearly everyday
But I have to write, keeps me distracted, helps numb the pain
Even if it is 3AM my dreams are more important
Now isn't that just ironic to say
Wait
Pretty women looking like she got her face off, face off
It's no question, it's no question
Pretty women gotta make sure that she fly, that she fly aye yup
It's no question, it's no question
Pretty women looking like she got her face off, face off
Got her face off, it's no question
It's no question
My pretty women looking like your pretty girl flexing, flexing
It's no question
Come prepared for anything it's ironic
Cause you know when sales decline up hill battle to the top
Fuckers gon flop if they don't drop
In this season I'm cold as winter ice
Don't need a reason for why I'm sad
Clean as kitchen benches when your bitch is not reading my pad
Oxycodone Xanax now you know I'm not fucking with that
Tight as fuck but I'm tired as fuck
Minus the lust we just living our life's with the lightest touch
B3 be high as fuck like a lane switch in the seven
My bitch be an eleven thick as fuck I be in heaven
So just vibe to this baby lye on me not from the size of wrist
But from the heart on it
We going hard on this
New equip new whip yeah that's a bimmer bitch
Bright lights in the city got me seeing shit
This ain't a flex but my bitch bad as Heathers wit
Jokes aside when you're my pretty girl cause
Pretty women looking like she got her face off, face off
It's no question, it's no question
Pretty women gotta make sure that she fly, that she fly aye yup
It's no question, it's no question
Pretty women looking like she got her face off, face off
Got her face off, it's no question
It's no question
My pretty women looking like your pretty girl flexing, flexing
It's no question
It's been a long journey that I've been through to get to here
So I'm very sorry if this comes off rude, comes off rude yup
Cause I've traveled to every inch of my fucked up head
But can't seem to get out of my broken bed, nah
Try to find the words to express my feelings
Practice is perfect but perfect doesn't have the meanings
So no one else can understand all of the hurt
Blood and guts on the table I bet you don't even read the words
I put my pad down to give up nearly everyday
But I have to write, keeps me distracted, helps numb the pain
Even if it is 3AM my dreams are more important
Now isn't that just ironic to say
Wait
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Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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