Deca, King Foe - Pretty Things lyrics

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 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
I get low
I slip up and spiral out of control
But that's life

Looking for profit's 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 ass
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)

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

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
I get low
I slip up and spiral out of control
But that's life

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

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

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
I get low
I slip up and spiral out of control
But that's life