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Pretty Good Video (MV)




Performed By: Pen Ultimate
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Jackson Yates, Sam Adler, Will Neal




Pen Ultimate - Pretty Good Lyrics




This is a song about nothing
But nothing is everything if I've learned one thing
I can take nothing and turn it to something
I can turn nothing to something

Y'all very basic
No Larry David
Can't see me?
Get Lasik

F*ck around and have brunch at 11:00 PM
Nevertheless, it depends
A Henny and ketamine blend
Will end this shit quicker than Instagram trendsetters get a DM

I f*ckin' carpe diem
Don't harp on the ends
I gawk at these trends
They know what I'm sayin', not talking to them
Man, these are my people, I'm walking with them

I'm panderin' in Mandarin
The green so loud, I'm Anakin
Skywalkin' while podracin'
Even 64s can't handle this

And if the bars don't hit, then you aren't worth shit
Guess you grown too big for your britches
And if you aren't sold yet, we can carve yo' flesh
Bitch, you'll never forget these initials

Yo, it's PU, we see you
We'd be you, but we beat you
Deplete you like bad seafood
Weak reviews of your street food
Crazy neighbor like Kramer, I'm up in your shit
Breathe flames in your face while I'm huffin' a fifth

Chill, nah, resist, embalm ya fist
And light that shit and bomb Parliament

I'm a role model for addiction cycles
Poppin' off like Winston rifles
Them police call me Mr. Trifle
That same cop's wife gon' miss her cycle

I'm a poster boy for rollin' joints
Win Voters' Choice with a soulful voice
I owe it all to that smoker's cough
Y'all lost in the sauce like stroganoff
I'm a pan right after the stove is off
Coolin', careful, y'all know it's hot

No it's not, flat soda pop
Or zoomed-in grande polka dots

All you bitch boys just spit noise
You don't get points for those thin joints
Gun raps with those tin toys
That's the shit no one enjoys

'Cause the jury is out on these songs
Aren't all of you worried the sound will be soft?
They curious how to resolve
These mumblin' rappers who sound like they Courage the Cowardly Dog

Powerfully odd
Pilfer the gods
Squiddity-squad
Massage my shnozz
Más, oh, my God!
But y'all know I'm stabbin' with swords

Curb-Stomp Your Enthusiasm
Gun burst
Uzi-gasm
Cap in your ass
Booty spasm
Bangin' hammers
Judge Judy snappin'
Don't thank me, I'm an errant Judge
Bangin' hammers, ain't wearin' gloves
Never cared enough to make 'em scared of us
You ain't great, but you're pretty good!
Fair enough
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English

This is a song about nothing
But nothing is everything if I've learned one thing
I can take nothing and turn it to something
I can turn nothing to something

Y'all very basic
No Larry David
Can't see me?
Get Lasik

F*ck around and have brunch at 11:00 PM
Nevertheless, it depends
A Henny and ketamine blend
Will end this shit quicker than Instagram trendsetters get a DM

I f*ckin' carpe diem
Don't harp on the ends
I gawk at these trends
They know what I'm sayin', not talking to them
Man, these are my people, I'm walking with them

I'm panderin' in Mandarin
The green so loud, I'm Anakin
Skywalkin' while podracin'
Even 64s can't handle this

And if the bars don't hit, then you aren't worth shit
Guess you grown too big for your britches
And if you aren't sold yet, we can carve yo' flesh
Bitch, you'll never forget these initials

Yo, it's PU, we see you
We'd be you, but we beat you
Deplete you like bad seafood
Weak reviews of your street food
Crazy neighbor like Kramer, I'm up in your shit
Breathe flames in your face while I'm huffin' a fifth

Chill, nah, resist, embalm ya fist
And light that shit and bomb Parliament

I'm a role model for addiction cycles
Poppin' off like Winston rifles
Them police call me Mr. Trifle
That same cop's wife gon' miss her cycle

I'm a poster boy for rollin' joints
Win Voters' Choice with a soulful voice
I owe it all to that smoker's cough
Y'all lost in the sauce like stroganoff
I'm a pan right after the stove is off
Coolin', careful, y'all know it's hot

No it's not, flat soda pop
Or zoomed-in grande polka dots

All you bitch boys just spit noise
You don't get points for those thin joints
Gun raps with those tin toys
That's the shit no one enjoys

'Cause the jury is out on these songs
Aren't all of you worried the sound will be soft?
They curious how to resolve
These mumblin' rappers who sound like they Courage the Cowardly Dog

Powerfully odd
Pilfer the gods
Squiddity-squad
Massage my shnozz
Más, oh, my God!
But y'all know I'm stabbin' with swords

Curb-Stomp Your Enthusiasm
Gun burst
Uzi-gasm
Cap in your ass
Booty spasm
Bangin' hammers
Judge Judy snappin'
Don't thank me, I'm an errant Judge
Bangin' hammers, ain't wearin' gloves
Never cared enough to make 'em scared of us
You ain't great, but you're pretty good!
Fair enough
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Writer: Jackson Yates, Sam Adler, Will Neal
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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