Pretty II ft. Soulé Amari Lyrics

Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons, Skeletons

Everybody got them in the closest

Why you coming in

Synchronized my body

What the fuck you did

You throwing in

I just want to sleep up on bed

Don't give a fuck whose in

Sleep, hoes, bridges

I fuck with it

May have been a problem for a while

Now it barely is

I don't know how they gonna take this shit

Cancel out a niggah cause he fuck colours his own

Oh oh oh can we a take our time my love

Maybe till we bright enough ohh

We are constantly confronted with the question:

Who are you ?

The best way to really define yourself is by who you are not

And then let the world adjust as you grow

Skeletons on skeletons on skeletons

More in my closet than in the grave yard

Where I bury my demons to safe gaurd

My mind and my image, I don't want the world to really see me

Growing as silently as a tree, I hope nobody wants to be me

Because I'm complicated and confused and THC induced

If this walks could talk, they'd tell a story

The plot of which will make you feel sorry

About the nights I stayed up, defining my identity

But every bit of progress I made cost me my sanity

Scared that society won't accept me for who I am

My niggah once told me that nothing has to be a problem

It only is if I let it be one

But this pressure to fit in a box heavy like it weighs a ton

Look catch the metaphor , leave the stereotypes

Can we walk out of here

catch the metaphor , leave the stereotypes

I said catch the metaphor , leave the stereotypes