Juan Pablo - Pretty Colors Lyrics

Everybody trying to make the honor roll
I'm just trying to make it on a role
I'm just trying to make it out of school
I'm just trying to make it on the road
Never been good at school
I didn't f*ck with it
I just hit the studio
And made another f*cking hit
Give me ten minutes and I'm gone
Make a song to have y'all sing along
Just for the f*ck of it
I feel like I see the light
I seem to fight all the things that are right
And I try and I try to believe this is right
But I just scream by the end of the night
I'm gonna lose with this path that I'm on
And this life that I choose
And I ignite the fuse
I pour all the gases all over the mattress
And light all the matches and watch as it happens
And then it's like magic
You're left with the gashes and ashes of what used to be
That used to be me, that used to be we
You see, while y'all would just chill and smoke weed
I would pop pills just to force me to sleep
Unfortunately, my problems increased
And i just couldn't think
Can you leave me alone? Can i live on my own?
Can i just rest in peace?
How can I feel so alone but so bothered?
I need a father to teach me to deal with my problems
I had to teach myself to sit right in the classroom
Had to teach myself to fist fight in the bathroom
What do I have to do to make myself feel better?

What if we imagined all the world in pretty colors?
What if I imagined every man as my brother?
What if I stood up and took pride in my lover?
Would I know how it feels to be happy? or still will I wonder?

Many people have called me a friend
But there's just three people I can call a friend
Even when I feel my world's at its end
I still don't feel like I can call a friend
All of you people don't know me
So don't show me love
No song, no album, no video, none the above
You say you listened to the single
And the album was dope
Will all of you liars just leave me alone?
I know that you didn't, I know that you don't
I know that you liars don't know how I feel
I know that that shit you tell me just ain't real
I know what's going on
I know what's going on
I don't know what's going on
What the f*ck's going on?
I don't know what's going on
All of time, I feel like I'm being lied to
I feel like I'm not told the truth
Maybe it's my insecurities
I got problems
I got trust issues
I just need love
What's the problem with you?
What do I need to do?

What if we imagined all the world in pretty colors?
What if I imagined every man as my brother?
What if I stood up and took pride in my lover?
Would I know how it feels to be happy? or still will I wonder?