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Low Pretty People

All soldiers They're all gonna die And all the little babies They're all gonna die All the poets And all the liars And all you pretty people You're all

All soldiers They're all gonna die And all the little babies They're all gonna die All the poets And all the liars And all you pretty people You're all

Tiger Rose got new clothes The ladies love her so They laugh at her connections But they don't say no Get down high, get down low Get your heels in tow

seen the show, well, then you know It's just as low as you can go The guests are tacky and they're lacking in their hygiene And pretty soon some ugly

pretty lonely Dont nobody ever know you Everybody call you homie so Moany Moany they'll be sure to treat you phony and As soon as you hit your low they

kind of preformer I would have become had I only been blessed with gorgeous tits, yes, here they are! Here thay are, You've read about them in people

so pretty Feelin' pretty witty, gettin' high off of the city Hi, ai, ai, ai, high in the city High in the city High in the city and you're looking so pretty Feelin' pretty

I taught you everythang Make you cry, make you smile, at the same time Dumb shit, baby girl I miss your tongue kiss Miss layin in the bed with you Miss your people

write four whole songs, three skits a day Talk shit with Tyrina and do hits with J I like to write for other people, keep 'em loving a nigga On the low