"Pretty Things" lyrics
It gets really hard to fake that type of shit, like
Like, the childlike wonder
And, like, feelin' like everything's gon' be okay
When, you know what I'm sayin'? When it feels like it's not gon' be okay
It's hard to fake that, dawg, like
I, I don't know if niggas
I don't know if you can get that back
Five, four, three, two
Pretty pain, pretty gods, pretty wings
That's pretty strange, pretty odd, pretty dreams
Pretty scars, pretty cars, pretty rings
No, they don't mean a thing
No, they don't mean a thing to me
A ray of sun hit my auntie casket, a sign that she in the light
In time, maybe I could join her, a sign that I lived it right
Behind every pretty smile, an inner child in a fight for their life
When this shit get ugly, hope you ain't the quitting type
I search to find peace of mind, I traveled to distant lands
I carried past life karma and burdens with blistered hands
Good head and some weed really all I need, I'm a simple man
Good head and some weed really all I need, I'm a simple man
I wish I could talk to God, I'd ask if she had regrets
I'd ask if my mama proud even though I ain't made it yet
The mind is a broken mirror, I see me when I reflect
I wanna pick up the pieces, but I'm scared that I'll hurt myself
In my dreams, I have it all, if this life is just a dream
And dreams are just make-believe, what does it all really mean?
What does it all really mean? What does it all really mean?
What does it all really mean? Maybe not anything
Pretty pain, pretty gods, pretty wings
That's pretty strange, pretty odd, pretty dreams
Pretty scars, pretty cars, pretty rings
No, they don't mean a thing
No, they don't mean a thing to me
Baby, the world is ending, we should make something of ourselves
Funny thing 'bout heaven is to get there, you go through hell
Funny thing 'bout poetry, it make pain feel productive
The thing about duality is creation can be destructive
I miss the bliss of not knowing shit else about the world
Except the innocence we had when we was just boys and girls
"Don't pay attention to what they tell you," is what they told me
But am I a genius or a failure for listening closely?
They killing parents, they killing kids, they killing teens
Pray to the sky and wait for the day God intervenes
The thing about life is it comes and goes, it ebbs and flows
I know grief can come in many forms, for many things
In my dreams, I have it all, if this life is just a dream
And dreams are just make-believe, what does it all really mean?
What does it all really mean? What does it all really mean?
What does it all really mean? Maybe it's everything
Pretty pain, pretty gods, pretty wings
That's pretty strange, pretty odd, pretty dreams
Pretty scars, pretty cars, pretty rings
No, they don't mean a thing
No, they don't mean a thing to me
I'm tryna hold on and push through
I'm exhausted
I got a family to feed
Chaos, fire, war
I literally do not understand why God is putting me through this
Feels like it's breaking
No one ever said it'd be easy, but
I don't don't wanna be in the same place that I've been in for so long
There's a lot going on in my life
I'm fighting every day
My uncle sad, cousin passing away, my grandmother
And I'm ready to fucking arrive
You know, what am I really doing?
It's crazy
I feel like I haven't accomplished enough in my life
But there were times where I just wanted to close my eyes and not wake up the next day
When do I get to heal?
But you gotta enjoy every breath of it, you know?
Life is beautiful right now, and I feel like life is always beautiful
But sometimes we can't see it or we choose not to see
I know that God is here, I know he's listening
I'm grateful to be here, like, keep pushing
I hope whoever hears this is doing good
We really done made it a long way
I'm in such a winning season, bro
This ain't, this ain't the end, this only the beginning
Life is great, and I'm terrified
Like, the childlike wonder
And, like, feelin' like everything's gon' be okay
When, you know what I'm sayin'? When it feels like it's not gon' be okay
It's hard to fake that, dawg, like
I, I don't know if niggas
I don't know if you can get that back
Five, four, three, two
Pretty pain, pretty gods, pretty wings
That's pretty strange, pretty odd, pretty dreams
Pretty scars, pretty cars, pretty rings
No, they don't mean a thing
No, they don't mean a thing to me
A ray of sun hit my auntie casket, a sign that she in the light
In time, maybe I could join her, a sign that I lived it right
Behind every pretty smile, an inner child in a fight for their life
When this shit get ugly, hope you ain't the quitting type
I search to find peace of mind, I traveled to distant lands
I carried past life karma and burdens with blistered hands
Good head and some weed really all I need, I'm a simple man
Good head and some weed really all I need, I'm a simple man
I wish I could talk to God, I'd ask if she had regrets
I'd ask if my mama proud even though I ain't made it yet
The mind is a broken mirror, I see me when I reflect
I wanna pick up the pieces, but I'm scared that I'll hurt myself
In my dreams, I have it all, if this life is just a dream
And dreams are just make-believe, what does it all really mean?
What does it all really mean? What does it all really mean?
What does it all really mean? Maybe not anything
Pretty pain, pretty gods, pretty wings
That's pretty strange, pretty odd, pretty dreams
Pretty scars, pretty cars, pretty rings
No, they don't mean a thing
No, they don't mean a thing to me
Baby, the world is ending, we should make something of ourselves
Funny thing 'bout heaven is to get there, you go through hell
Funny thing 'bout poetry, it make pain feel productive
The thing about duality is creation can be destructive
I miss the bliss of not knowing shit else about the world
Except the innocence we had when we was just boys and girls
"Don't pay attention to what they tell you," is what they told me
But am I a genius or a failure for listening closely?
They killing parents, they killing kids, they killing teens
Pray to the sky and wait for the day God intervenes
The thing about life is it comes and goes, it ebbs and flows
I know grief can come in many forms, for many things
In my dreams, I have it all, if this life is just a dream
And dreams are just make-believe, what does it all really mean?
What does it all really mean? What does it all really mean?
What does it all really mean? Maybe it's everything
Pretty pain, pretty gods, pretty wings
That's pretty strange, pretty odd, pretty dreams
Pretty scars, pretty cars, pretty rings
No, they don't mean a thing
No, they don't mean a thing to me
I'm tryna hold on and push through
I'm exhausted
I got a family to feed
Chaos, fire, war
I literally do not understand why God is putting me through this
Feels like it's breaking
No one ever said it'd be easy, but
I don't don't wanna be in the same place that I've been in for so long
There's a lot going on in my life
I'm fighting every day
My uncle sad, cousin passing away, my grandmother
And I'm ready to fucking arrive
You know, what am I really doing?
It's crazy
I feel like I haven't accomplished enough in my life
But there were times where I just wanted to close my eyes and not wake up the next day
When do I get to heal?
But you gotta enjoy every breath of it, you know?
Life is beautiful right now, and I feel like life is always beautiful
But sometimes we can't see it or we choose not to see
I know that God is here, I know he's listening
I'm grateful to be here, like, keep pushing
I hope whoever hears this is doing good
We really done made it a long way
I'm in such a winning season, bro
This ain't, this ain't the end, this only the beginning
Life is great, and I'm terrified
