Lyrics:
muse
I'm not playing with you
Love it when you skip baggage claim
Because your status changed
Bet you hating coz only last year you had a name
You were
the summer world
I'll see you in the summer
Too many pretty things walking by
Too many messages in the sky
I just want a meal and I want to feel high
Is that
around
And I tried to make you mine,
Make you mine
Oh, I've seen pretty things
But you're 'bout the prettiest thing I've ever seen, seen
Oh, I've
The muses visit me.
Yet in soft, low tones,
They always say to me,
Say to me,
"It ain't no groove thing,
It ain't no country twang,
It's a simple refrain;
but
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Don't you worry 'bout a thing, pretty mama
'Cause I'll be standing in the wings
When you check it out
Don't
baby,
[Chorus]
Meiple,
Imma treat ya like a lady
you can be my pretty baby,
we can spend all my money baby,
cheek to cheek girl, meiple
imma treat you
on
Jock in my racks
not steel on
Niggas still banging my deal on
Talking my gwala and leaning they fitted
Pretty boy swag in the mirror
Pretty boy swag in
getting under my skin)
I like how your poison taste
Steady no need to race follow my beat yeah
Did you ever get over it
Pretty little thing got something
needs blue
But I could stick around if you beg me to
And I could dangle my affection above up-hung head baby
Now play dead
Baby baby you could be my muse
want
Dripped in pink
But I'm seeing red
Got all these fuckers
All sick in their head
See a pretty little thing
Ain't hear what I said
This pretty little
dah dah dee dah.
(By ya dah)
(Woo ahh)
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
Dah dee dah, dah dah dah dee dah.
(Uh)
Sexy thing,
I can do
feelin' pretty glorious
Love is a battlefield, I think this one's victorious
We're gonna be in the euphoria tonight
Duo in euphoria, feelin' pretty glorious
on
You got to come back for more
Boy will come a dime by the dozen
But that ain't nothin' but drug store love
Pretty little thing, let me light your
heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but I'm just back-dated, Yeah
Substitute your lies for fact
You seeing things that ain't man you hallucinating
The devil is tryna lie to you he painting the picture pretty
Why you wasting your time go win some
what a wonderful sight
Pretty snowflakes pretty snowflakes
Falling down from the sky
How I wonder where you come from as you flutter by
Did winter's
Are you adored by everyone
Or am I just the special one
A muse that's rotten to the core
'Cause I'm the bad guy, I'm the whore
You mind's your
Riding through the city with my shorty, tell her come sit on my lap
She be looking so pretty I'm just tryna get in the back
We be flyer than ever in
shine without trying
Fill up the room just by smiling
And this is the thanks I get
For being the prototype the muse and that bitch
Bitch you ain't
And special when I'm around you
I'm captivated by ya beauty
And ya pretty smile
I love ya attitude ya energy
Ya gritty style
How in a full room of people
You
Ugh
You know, I'll never let you go
You know, I'm responsible for all the killing going on
Pretty shit
You know I love when you naughty
You know it
Every time I see your pretty face
I want to call out to you
Follow me, follow me, now
Every time I hear your pretty voice
I want to call out to you
the gall
To have
American psychosis
American psychosis
American psychosis
American psychosis
Swallowed whole by red pill trap
In echo chambers you're
There were people on the sidewalks
Strolling down the avenues
They were sitting outside in cafes
We were looking for the muse
Well I was locked
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