Lyrics:
PRETTY WASTED DOLL
YOU DESERVE TO LIVE A BETTER LIFE
SO MAKE THE CHANGE IF YOU´VE BEEN UPSIDE DOWN
I BRING YOU GOOD NEWS TO LEAVE THIS RANDOM LIFE
Too long searching in darkness. Dead inside. Taken, and destroyed by you. My demise. When you, look into me. With dolls eyes. Leaving, me broken
Play dolls with me today
I ain't gonna fit inside your box
So throw it all away
You think that you can judge me
By the things that you can see
I ain't
Edge sight, one five
It came alive
Learning from scratch, to be tight
Three sixty degrees to drive by
Future, Past and Present, behind
Never good enough
seventy
Sixty, fifty, forty
Thirty, twenty, and then ten
You know, I like you Ben
And I like counting by ten
But I really don't think we should try this
stars
By far the prettiest Misses
I pull up in the prettiest sixes
So by the time you get the six bitch, I have the seven
By the time you get
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
Please don't tell me I can't make it
It ain't gonna do me any good
And please don't offer me your modern methods
I'm fixing to carve this out
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
time[01:46.18]And all of these bitches are mine, oh why[01:50.17]Just cut off that nigga, oh why, oh why[01:53.60]Don't leave and try to call me don't try[01:59.96]I
Before I'm through, ima do it all
And this a mood, heard em croon
I ain't moved by it
And you can put a pin up in it like a voodoo doll
They asking
the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a
White boy, white boy,
the death of me
Good die young, so to the fallen may they rest in peace
People that believed in me, rest peacefully, that's 6ft deep
Rootin' from the clouds,
got a good flow, so you know he bite mine
Feel like John Cena, pullup and it's fight time
Nine
Eighteen
Twenty seven
Thirty six
Fourty five
Fifty four
Eight-thousand-seven-hundred-sixty hours ago we stood around in your den
Champagne flutes on the poker table we’re surrounded by good friends
Now I’m
ticket's good for sixty days!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!
Baby, please leave me be
You want a puppet and there's no strings on me!
Get hep, you can
waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her loving was def, she didn't waste time to ask
[Hook]
Up the next morning, feeling good as hell
Sleeping
I've been tripping on good times
And I'm scared of letting go
Another song for a long ride
Make sure it's one we know
And interstate sixty-five
It's
time for the deadline
Cops shooting kids in the street cos they’re black
Now isn’t it time that we take it back
By the people, for the people, what
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on the street
Depending on the street
I bet you are definitely in the top three
Good looking girls on the street, yeah
Depending on the street, ooh
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It is the time to departure from the hardest side of yourself
It is the time to be free of the story waiting to tell
Stoned by reflection or from
Times were changing fast and so
When we grew up we didn't know
Just how to be
Revolution everywhere
We young were hip all others square
And love was
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