Pretty Sad

Lyrics

[Intro] Pretty-pretty-pretty sad Pretty sad [Chorus: V. Rose] Spendin' all your money lookin' like a bag Rollie on your wrist, you runnin' up a check Feelin' baller' baller' so Kardashian But when your heart is hollow' though Oh, it's pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty and sad It's pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty sad It's pretty sad Pretty sad [Verse 1: V. Rose] Gold chain, diamond ring Lipstick slayed' oh yeah I can look my best Pretty to-the-est But in my inner chest I could be a mess oh Some of y'all will spend an hour Think that's a superpower Satan looking to devour Let your hair down from the tower You don't need a prince (Nah) But you do need the Saviour Really you should save your time Workin' on the inside where it matters cause All this is, fleeting bliss It won't be missed So don't be missed, oh Don't dismiss What this is Get facelift and catch my drift [Chorus: V. Rose] Spendin' all your money lookin' like a bag Rollie on your wrist you running up a check Feelin baller baller so Kardashian But when your heart is hollow' oh That's pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty and sad It's pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty sad It's pretty sad Pretty sad [Verse 2: Wande] Pretty sad, pretty sad, why you do that? Yeah All the fads ain't 'gon last, wish I knew that, yeah I could thrive all this time, watch me shine Know my worth oh yeah, I'm purchased And I'm free and still a dime, aye Time to flip the script, ain't put my worth up in designer Knitted in the womb that's why my fit is looking finer I don't need no man to get success, I'm a headliner I just stay submitted to His will, just like a minor (Yeah, aye, yuh) Spending the money but honey does it make you whole? (Hm, aye, yuh) Rockin' some Christians But I ain't just talking 'bout soles (Hollup, aye, yuh) Walking His will, yeah I'm running 'til I make it home (Ha, aye, yuh) Building within so I win 'Cause everything 'gon go [Bridge: V. Rose] It's true, you could gain the world Be the top Insta girl But trust me none of this is real Can't take nothing witcha, how ya feel? [Chorus: V. Rose] Spendin' all your money lookin' like a bag Rollie on your wrist, you runnin' up a check Feelin' baller, baller, so Kardashian But if your heart is hollow though That's pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty and sad It's pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty sad Pretty sad