Pretty Sad

[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