Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
More hurt than I thought I'd be
Rest In heaven to our young king
Drugs caught up in his stream
Feel like I lost blood (it runs deep)
Surrounding myself with pretty little things
Hoping it voids all these little mood swings
Happiness don't come cheap (Yeah) so I drop fifty G
(Ugh)
You up in the Star Room then the day started to gloom
Wondering why it had to be you
Should of been me, I ain't s*** let's tell the truth
Rolling up just for you, even though it's probably the wrong thing to do
I guess your lost just has me lost and confused
You with Pac and X, Biggie, L and the rest
Find myself rolling up every time I'm stressed
Do I have a problem I'm too blind to recognize
Just puffing through every single little lie
What happens when w*** no longer neutralize
The pain, and I start leaning on l*** and c***
Inhaling propane
So numb I don't feel a damn thing
Yeah, I don't feel a damn thing
Not one damn thing, ugh
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
More lost than I thought I'd be
So drunk I can barely see
Grinding down all this tree
Smoking really help, keep me at ease
Surrounding myself with pretty little things
Hoping it voids all these little mood swings
At night I can't sleep (Yeah) so I crack open some Hennessy
(Ugh)
This some astrology mixed with mythology
Foreshadows me as their prodigy
Scripture reads he will arrive with a G19
And apply the squeeze when he on the scene
I need my neck surrounded in diamonds and my hands full of rings
These are just some of the pretty little things that I'm sight seein'
I'm leaning on hope
Don't need a double cup, no styrofoam
When's the last time you called your mom
Man come on pick up the phone before she gone
You know you in the wrong
Yeah
I usually do better with a text
I roll one up every time that I'm stressed
Still self conscious so I gotta pull up in that Lex
Not to impress but just to feed my pride through the press
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Christopher Vause - Pretty Little Things Lyrics
Christopher Vause - Pretty Little Things Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
More hurt than I thought I'd be
Rest In heaven to our young king
Drugs caught up in his stream
Feel like I lost blood (it runs deep)
Surrounding myself with pretty little things
Hoping it voids all these little mood swings
Happiness don't come cheap (Yeah) so I drop fifty G
(Ugh)
You up in the Star Room then the day started to gloom
Wondering why it had to be you
Should of been me, I ain't s*** let's tell the truth
Rolling up just for you, even though it's probably the wrong thing to do
I guess your lost just has me lost and confused
You with Pac and X, Biggie, L and the rest
Find myself rolling up every time I'm stressed
Do I have a problem I'm too blind to recognize
Just puffing through every single little lie
What happens when w*** no longer neutralize
The pain, and I start leaning on l*** and c***
Inhaling propane
So numb I don't feel a damn thing
Yeah, I don't feel a damn thing
Not one damn thing, ugh
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
More lost than I thought I'd be
So drunk I can barely see
Grinding down all this tree
Smoking really help, keep me at ease
Surrounding myself with pretty little things
Hoping it voids all these little mood swings
At night I can't sleep (Yeah) so I crack open some Hennessy
(Ugh)
This some astrology mixed with mythology
Foreshadows me as their prodigy
Scripture reads he will arrive with a G19
And apply the squeeze when he on the scene
I need my neck surrounded in diamonds and my hands full of rings
These are just some of the pretty little things that I'm sight seein'
I'm leaning on hope
Don't need a double cup, no styrofoam
When's the last time you called your mom
Man come on pick up the phone before she gone
You know you in the wrong
Yeah
I usually do better with a text
I roll one up every time that I'm stressed
Still self conscious so I gotta pull up in that Lex
Not to impress but just to feed my pride through the press
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
More hurt than I thought I'd be
Rest In heaven to our young king
Drugs caught up in his stream
Feel like I lost blood (it runs deep)
Surrounding myself with pretty little things
Hoping it voids all these little mood swings
Happiness don't come cheap (Yeah) so I drop fifty G
(Ugh)
You up in the Star Room then the day started to gloom
Wondering why it had to be you
Should of been me, I ain't s*** let's tell the truth
Rolling up just for you, even though it's probably the wrong thing to do
I guess your lost just has me lost and confused
You with Pac and X, Biggie, L and the rest
Find myself rolling up every time I'm stressed
Do I have a problem I'm too blind to recognize
Just puffing through every single little lie
What happens when w*** no longer neutralize
The pain, and I start leaning on l*** and c***
Inhaling propane
So numb I don't feel a damn thing
Yeah, I don't feel a damn thing
Not one damn thing, ugh
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
More lost than I thought I'd be
So drunk I can barely see
Grinding down all this tree
Smoking really help, keep me at ease
Surrounding myself with pretty little things
Hoping it voids all these little mood swings
At night I can't sleep (Yeah) so I crack open some Hennessy
(Ugh)
This some astrology mixed with mythology
Foreshadows me as their prodigy
Scripture reads he will arrive with a G19
And apply the squeeze when he on the scene
I need my neck surrounded in diamonds and my hands full of rings
These are just some of the pretty little things that I'm sight seein'
I'm leaning on hope
Don't need a double cup, no styrofoam
When's the last time you called your mom
Man come on pick up the phone before she gone
You know you in the wrong
Yeah
I usually do better with a text
I roll one up every time that I'm stressed
Still self conscious so I gotta pull up in that Lex
Not to impress but just to feed my pride through the press
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Spend all my money on these pretty things
Writer: Adam Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid