Pretty Lyrics

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

Yes guess, I'm that type of fellow, walk with me

I'm the type to open the door for ladies, pay for dinner, pull your seat out

Gentleman's cadence, when it rains and it pours

I'll keep us dry with my parasol, and I reckon that it's yellow, talk with me

Forgive me if I'm coy, but not really

She say that I talk silly, cause I stutter and stammer, where my manners

I mean look at her, she mad pretty

Yuh, I'm talking magazine pretty, I mean I'm serious

The types you see on billboards pretty

Nah she ain't pretty, she mad gorgeous

It's almost torturous, is it obvious

Am I profusely sweating or am I nervous

Mommy long legs, built like a fortress

I cannot stress the importance to proceed with caution

Clad in a pink mink fishnets mascara, think I'm getting nauseous

She's a stone cold fox, evidently flawless

In accordance to your lace florals, corsets and your hindquarters it's enormous