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Pretty Things My Song

, And in just an hour or two It'll be wrapped up and I'll give it to you. My song, and I will give it to you. My song. Up ahead just waiting for me

realest thing I know I am not used to being carried or being able to carry a pretty song I have been bruised by my many trails Sometimes my skin's so

the one and only that makes my dreams come true All across the universe, every boy and every girl Is looking for this thing called love So why do all the other guys got pretty

close my eyes and see a pretty city with a thousand flower beds I can hear the angels sing, Songs that only angels sing She's such a pretty thing and my

this this is for my people who struggling makin something outa of nothing aint it real when theres bills to pay just the same thing on and on All my

for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my

] This has got to be the saddest day of my life I called you here today for a bit of bad news I won't be able to see you anymore Because of my obligations

'm from the dirt, root and soot/ Came up on my own foot/ Used to hang with the crooks, I keep a job on my books/ I took my chance with many girls, and

we the best or what? Who the fuck else Yo, we do nothin', we are nothin' I ain't pullin' my blade if I won't scar nothin' I ain't pullin' my gun if