Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ugly Side Of Beautiful, artist - Khrysis
Date of issue: 31.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Ugly Side Of Beautiful |
My grandmother dementia is getting worse and my first thought was fuck |
What next? |
When it rains, it pours |
Feeling crushed, sitting stuck like, what can I say? |
How can I get a grip, you slipping further away |
You used to tell me we can’t live for tomorrow, we ain’t promised today |
In the belly of the beast you always told me to pray |
With God, you don’t argue, I’m human, it’s hard not to |
'Specially when you look in my eyes and say «who are you?» |
It breaks my heart, this frame of mind is painting pictures, ain’t made for art |
'Dre this world it’s just a stage, just play your part |
How can you make it through the night when your days are dark? |
Rain on my windowpane, four people I loved died in a week and a half |
Have you ever been so hurt you sit back and you laugh? |
See sometimes it takes courage just to walk through your fears |
And sometimes you gotta smile just to hold back the tears |
I wonder how much pressure these little shoulders can take |
Feel like they bout to break like fuck it, I need a break |
Like stop, I’m tryna brake, I’m tryna carry the weight |
You made in the Lord’s image, you designed to be great |
But success is like a drug and I’m losing my buzz |
Nothing lasts, but I’m tryna make some music that does |
From black love and black hate and black plight |
I show the shit that they don’t show like a black light |
What I write takes flight like the Wright Brothers |
Where I take it they can’t measure the height, brother |
They over like motor bikes, ain’t got a hood |
I’ll on my worst day, they ain’t half as good |
In the city where plenty semis will kill kids |
Grazed memories are gone, but shit I’m still here |
You never live to see the flowers at your funeral |
That’s the ugly side of beautiful |
talks about the future |
Wasn’t fit for it, they tell me it still suit ya |
Converse about a spot we done flew to |
If you ain’t on my plane what’s it to ya? |
Nigga |
I kept pushing, they kept looking I look through ya |
Drew Barrymore next day never knew ya |
On a porch, my pop telling' me what’s in store |
For every lesson I question what it’s for |
Only look back on rear view glimpses |
Life’s short so I take more pictures |
Funeral’s coming faster than birthdays, I make more wishes |
Up in these trees I ain’t helping no kittens |
Incredibly I ain’t losing that feeling, gotta check for a |
What if they love me more than forehead kisses, do it count though? |
An amount so high to a new place |
Everything good and a few great |
Wait, wait brand new day upon us |
Bad weather couldn’t tarnish |
Look at what life done taught us |
We was gonna make it regardless |
Kind of music make the night sound gorgeous |
Peeling off on them, sliced out oranges |
What I’m offering is bright enough to match a lighthouse mortgage |
Sliding and slipping like wipeout courses on this bitch |
Who been achieving, I’m guilty gave them my Prince |
Bitches playing like lifeguards, looking at me like squints |
Looking at it I trip, no book feeling |
87 again we got that no look feeling |
It’s no more Dodge and the ceilings |
Sky’s the limit, these clouds gon' fill it |
Look at what we overcame, to champagne from soda, change I had to |
From Oakland to Chi-Town what up to Add-2 |
Record was laid I just felt I had some shit to add too |
For the ones that work tired in a cubicle |
Planned this years ago, looks what I done grew into |
Walking to the beat I made a musical |
Welcome to the ugly side of beautiful |