Pretty As Shit

[Verse 1]
I don’t praise nobody unless they bless me
Even then yall suck, I call it breastfeed
Don’t press me, nah, ‘cus it ain’t chest week
I’m on my own, nobody could ever get ahead of me
I’d shoutout my hero, but I heard he’s evil now
Save my life if your speaking to my spirits now
I idolize the people I ain’t comfortable around
You in the mainframe, you never need to hear me out
There’s problems with the loudest in the room, yuh
The loudest in the room in just the proudest in the room
Socially you need a prowess to consume
It’s that otherworldly shit, the mask of everlonging doom
I ain’t need some time, I need some exile shit
The ones you love are down to get on your shit
Order backup, get him to get on your shit
The devil looking better now, I heard he pretty as shit

[Verse 2]
I got standards for the shittiest problems
I’m the standard for the anti-monster
Bring out the flowers, I’ve killed my problems
Bring out the water, cover up the sobbing
Fuck the hoes keeping score of my friend group
I hate to say it, I don’t think that we friends, dude
I let my guard down, I let out the best, dude
The people in my life are either monsters or dead, dude
I’m scared that I’m becoming anti-me
I’ll leave my dues alone with all of my morality
Who I once was, I see him slipping out of my reach
And who I trust is at the bottom with the souls of my pleads
All my heroes turn to villains ‘till everyone has horns
How would younger me accept the people I don’t ignore?
I’m a monster-loving monster with a mind that’s worn
I don’t care about my own sake, I’m worried ‘bout yours
Remember my days without my partner?
The same days when I hardly saw my father
Look at my wrist after diets of bread and water
Look at my hair as it grows until it could knot up
Garner attention enough, you lost yourself, dawg
Confidence is not no savior, where’s the self-love?
Tired of pretending I’m right, I can not help, dawg
I can not sleep through the night, I kept myself up
Constant eras of trying too hard for bitches
The world’s askew, I’m circling eight figures
I hate to see the ones I love go fuck a mistress
I’m not at ease, so ain’t nobody can get this
I don’t need them, I need some real love shit
The ones you hate are down to fix all this shit
My true heart, I’m a sucker for the limited shit
The devil looking better now, I heard he’s pretty as shit