Pretty

Chillin' like a villain with my hands in my pocket

Do you like to stroll in the night, you're invited

I'm gliding on my carpet, can't we just agree to disagree

That a brotha tryna walk in his light

Under the moon, singing my sonnets high pitched in falsetto, like Alladin

Pretty lady tight dress, hand in hand dancing

Stifling, baby no man is an island

She quietly sitting under my arm, Moroccan in the palm meadows

You could be the one to play with my mind

I could be your puppet

With your fingers tethered to the strings of my limbs

Like Geppetto in stilettos