[Hook]

Pretty faces ain’t so kind

Some pretty faces bound to tell lies

Started something that I can't right, owned up to it

And still she won't own up to her side

These pretty faces play so slime

Took the bait, then came pain every time

Can't ignore them to save my own life, she too fine, too bad

Brush ‘em all off to the sides, two dimes ain't jack

[Verse 1]

(From the heart)

Do it outta love, got took advantage of

(from the heart)

I knew some shit was sus

(Nеver gave a fuck about me)

Always acting off, round mе

(Always acting off around me)

Till I pull up with the devil flora, and she wanna get a puff

Can't forget when niggas actin’ like we was really blood

See shit for what it was

She think I’m finna budge, budge budge

Now she real pouty, hair flips, lookin’ at me like she want (my nuts)

She ain’t know, but a nigga know

She ain’t know but I get it girl

She ain’t know, I see the vision girl

Learned all the rules of the game, my rooks

Castle the moods of a king, for sure

Shawty gon' stare in my face and look

For signs that say that I'm so in love, anything showing or sayin' I'm hooked

Had to ignore it, attention, lately I notice the things it took

Hardened to hide disadvantages, mental abuse made me change for good

Got played a lot as a kid

So I grew tired of it, sat down and figured

And so I grew up, all the wiser my nigga, cuz

[Hook]

Pretty faces ain’t so kind (so you pretty fine, but you pretty cold)

Some pretty faces bound to tell lies (she ain’t know, but I get it tho)

Started something that I can't right, owned up to it

And still she won't own up to her side

[Verse 2]

To the left to the right

Making my head spin, demons rotating in and out of my life

Never here when the harvest be vacant, coming back, when it's ripe

And then I thought, to myself, why the fuck should I judge

Cuz I've never been a saint, though I'm high up, still question if I’m living my life up or losin’ time

Lessons from life these people still teach me, tutor time, tutor time

Still hard to not let the hate flow through me, choose a side, Luke am I

Yo' father, way niggas tryna control me (you ain't right, who am I)

By blood, only way to measure real homies

They the guys

Y’all the real ones, yea the trill ones

Pretty faces gon’ show love to me but they wanna feel drunk

Some of yall so fine, n’ so bad, a nigga wanna drill some

Ain’t no shame with it, nah, nah, ain’t no feelings

This ain’t thanksgiving, nah nah, fuck the pilgrims

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