PRETTY BOY PROBLEMS PT. I Lyrics

This for all them pretty girls that I left with a broken heart

Such a shame with all the growth I've had we'd grow apart

Walk around proud like you got cameras on you

If this a movie, I'm your favorite part

Lot of open wounds, lot of told you so's

Lot of X's and O's, lot of letting go

Ferragamo mama, I put diamonds on your neck

I know you ain't easy to impress

But you ain't had me fooled for a second, I can smell Moscato on your breath

Where ya been baby

Where ya F**king been baby

Got a little money

That I'm trying to spend baby

On you

Backwoods in a bubble bath

Close my eyes, I love where I'm at

Then it's the lights, the cameras, the action

I can see the look on all you people's faces

I can hear the sound of my mother laughing

I swear I've seen this before, the red carpet

I leave room for applause - Then I step on it

You got a little bread, where's the rest going? Working overtime to keep my people fed

You're probably somewhere getting high You're probably somewhere slumped over

Talking about how this past year's been the best for each of you

December's getting a lot closer I've been getting a lot colder

Gotta get it in for myself, and I ain't holding the door open

You're getting slimy, but what's a snake to a king cobra

I could keep going but-