Pretty Things - Sammy Pharaoh

Pretty things

Without light I

Can’t see anything

Don’t realize that I’ve got everything

Ya I’m high but

That don’t give me wings

I can’t fly no more

Why do I just see the negatives

Moved back to chi for a second wind

Artist in me can be sensitive

Try not to kill it and let it live

All of this shit is repetitive

I can’t help that I get bored

No matter what I want more

If I can’t fly then I soar

You can’t get rid of my hustle

I can still ball but I might pull a muscle

Used to get bent outta shape

Still got enough for a stage

Yet I still dream ya I dream and I hope

Maybe they’ll hear everything that I wrote

Maybe they download it onto their phone

Maybe it’s just the same old damn song

Guess you can’t teach old dog new tricks

I say can’t teach new dogs old tricks

Fucked up your theory and your whole shit

Kept me in the dark with hoes and glow-sticks

Pretty things

Without light I

Can’t see anything

Don’t realize that I’ve got everything

Ya I’m high but

That don’t give me wings

I can’t fly no more

Progress, guess I gotta trust the process

Lost before so now I’m cautious

Sacrifices lotta losses

Progress, not content if I am honest

They been tellin' me that I’m next

But there no love in all these objects

Pretty things

Without light I

Can’t see anything

Don’t realize that I’ve got everything

Ya I’m high but

That don’t give me wings

I can’t fly no more