Songtexte Pretty - Lukey

Phone gotta couple cracks on it, oh well
Pimple boy on the retina, people show and tell
Something spicy in my drank
Do my dance like Channing Tay
With the way I step up, she make a boy act dumb
She know she hot, she know she pretty
She self-aware, esteem is all dizzy
I feel eh, I feel petty, I feel gross, I feel messy
Oh my God, oh no
Okay I just be fronting, sa'll a jest
On God I'm just tryna look my best
But teeth tainted, skin looking Appalachian
Hair frizzle, and I prolly gained a bit
All I'm saying is

Oh no no no no no
I just want to be myself a little better
Oh no no no no no
I'm a pretty thing, I'ma show out and tell 'em

Sometimes I feel like death
Can't get out of bed
When I'm all by myself
Blue devil coping mech
Now a boy picked up some game
Now he don't know how to act
Now he walk like he the mane
Oh no boy now you've done changed
Thought solace was found in app, eugh
I got the right to feel cute, yeah
Old crush be saying I glowed up
You got the right to be you
Cameras, I do the most now
I am phenomenal and you are from a old life
I've been on top of my game, while you stay stuck in old times

Oh no no no no no
I just want to be myself a little better
Oh no no no no no
You're a pretty thing, now you show out and tell 'em

I could
Wish that I was taller
Wish I was a baller
But I ain't even ball though
Like all my other friends do
I could
Wish that I was taller
Wish I was a baller
But I ain't even ball though
Like all my other friends, friends

"Hey, I think you're pretty"