The world is prettier than us, Maybe through the skies when it's blue, Or when it got this orange-ass hue, or majestic violet Through the sun's when it wakes up, sleep, Shit's unfair 'coz the make ups deep beneath the universe, And when it's night the moon flew seemingly to let the flame through it's dreams, The world is prettier than us, Maybe through the mountains, islands, flowers, oceans, Shit ain't even got no silence, it'll keep talking, Through its birds, and the bees, and the wind, oh the fucking melodies, Synonymous to what we finna shape them peace, All this pretty little things got me rest at ease, The world is prettier than us, Yet a speck in the lands of between, see the stars, all them planets, Fucking rocks, floating things, An observatory for a space we can't reach, Shit is massive yet some places are remained to be myths, Deep inside the waters even lands haven't been seen, So the mirror is misleading when they show you your being, The world is prettier than us, The mirror is misleading when they show you your being, Rains do not happen 'coz it sees that you crying, Scars are made to learn from but it ceases to be certain, Does it really matter when we smaller than a speck of an Insufficient, in the grand scheme of rings, Does it matter when we fuck up on the tiniest things,
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The world is prettier than us,
Maybe through the skies when it's blue,
Or when it got this orange-ass hue, or majestic violet
Through the sun's when it wakes up, sleep,
Shit's unfair 'coz the make ups deep beneath the universe,
And when it's night the moon flew seemingly to let the flame through it's dreams,
The world is prettier than us,
Maybe through the mountains, islands, flowers, oceans,
Shit ain't even got no silence, it'll keep talking,
Through its birds, and the bees, and the wind, oh the fucking melodies,
Synonymous to what we finna shape them peace,
All this pretty little things got me rest at ease,
The world is prettier than us,
Yet a speck in the lands of between, see the stars, all them planets,
Fucking rocks, floating things,
An observatory for a space we can't reach,
Shit is massive yet some places are remained to be myths,
Deep inside the waters even lands haven't been seen,
So the mirror is misleading when they show you your being,
The world is prettier than us,
The mirror is misleading when they show you your being,
Rains do not happen 'coz it sees that you crying,
Scars are made to learn from but it ceases to be certain,
Does it really matter when we smaller than a speck of an
Insufficient, in the grand scheme of rings,
Does it matter when we fuck up on the tiniest things,