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letra de pretty things - deca

[hook: king foe (deca)]
well ok
(well ok)
well all right
(well all right)
i throw it all away for just a little party tonight
and i know
how it goes
when you see
me with hoes
i’m just another stereotype
but that’s life

[hook: deca (king foe)]
well ok
(well ok)
well all right
(well all right)
i throw it all away for momentary solace tonight
and i know
how it goes
i get high
you get low
i slip up and spiral out of control
but that’s life

[verse 1: king foe]
looking for profits
or peddling petty peels
so pretty girls peek and possibly
letting me cop a feel
no deal, no cash
just a bowl and some hash
but you can’t hit it
because this shit’s got to last
i told you i was broke
so smoking weak
if she’s two-legged and her pussy’s pink
“you wanna party?”
(party?)
is the first thing that i speak
(haha)
the homie’s up the block
he’s hanging out with molly
and will probably just hook us up
on gp gossiping
it doesn’t hurt to ask
snort lines from your -ss
a little round the rosey
my version of a blast
sports cast
just a dollar that we rolled up
i need that back
that little hood rat will show us
the moment
we floating
you ask if
we going
i’m tending
you go home
you just ain’t
the right one
sorry
(sorry)
that i had to break it
but i figured you could probably take it
(uhuh)

[verse 2: deca]
mack the knife
fresh to death’s scythe
in my next life
i’ll shake nightmares from my mind like head lice
dream pretty things
stuff pillows with angel feathers
the heavens will rejoice
we’ll sing in the rain forever
just you and i, cutie-pie
never leave my side
together beneath the sky
where collective demons hide
every man’s a galaxy
every woman’s mother earth
i’m her favorite meditative, native, made of blood and dirt
a fiend’s slow suicide
a beautiful dream
another world of terrifying and beautiful things
foolish pride
new births
re-awakenings
aborted brain children’s screams
day to day routines
while i write
my love’s laying on the couch sleeping
communicates her deepest sentiments without speaking
tell me everything will fall into place
tell me that the human race hasn’t fallen from grace

- deca

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