Beautiful

(Ay, yeah)

Why do I try, when I can't fight?

But I just won't quit

Why do I try? I try

'Cause my momma never raised no bitch

Momma never raise no

No she wouldn't raise anything but a great so

If it's for anything it's to raise dough

So that I can go buy my momma a big ol' crib

And I'm just probably in my head like the usual

And your face, always somewhere in my head 'cause it's beautiful

And the days go more and more slow while I wait

Rather die for what I love, than waste my life in a cubicle

Thinking how could I hurt myself, for someone else

I know all that doesn't make sense, it's troublesome

Nowadays I'm just too unstable to love someone

Yeah nowadays I don't count the days

I roll up about an eighth

And take it all to the face

Crazy how life can make it

All fall right into place

I promise I'll never fake it

Always stay the same

Do it for the love

I never did it for the fame

Never did it for the (fame)

And I'm just probably in my head like the usual

And your face, always somewhere in my head 'cause it's beautiful

And the days go more and more slow while I wait

Rather die for what I love, than waste my life in a cubicle

Lonely but, I like the distance

Good things don't last long, seem timed like an instance

And yeah I know they sleep on me, but it's alright 'ay

Yeah it's straight by me, yeah I love hiding

Ghostboy baby, yeah you won't find him

Smoke one baby, I'm a ghost flying

And you're probably in my head like the usual

And your face, always somewhere in my head 'cause it's beautiful

And the days go more and more slow while I wait

Rather die for what I love, than waste my life in a cubicle

Thinking how could I hurt myself, for someone else

I know all that doesn't make sense, it's troublesome

Nowadays I'm just too unstable to love someone

Yeah nowadays I don't count the days

I roll up about an eighth

And take it all to the face

Crazy how life can make it

All fall right into place

I promise I'll never fake it

Always stay the same

Do it for the love

I never did it for the fame

Never did it for the (fame)

I'm just probably in my head like the usual

And your face, always somewhere in my head 'cause it's beautiful

And the days go more and more slow while I wait

Rather die for what I love, than waste my life in a cubicle