Pretty Ain’t Proof

Because she got you in your feelings, Or she fine asf — all curves, all thrillin’ — Don’t mean she your soulmate, bro, Can she ride with you through the highs and the lows? 'Cause chemistry’s cute, but loyalty’s rare, And not every “baddie's" gonna truly care. It ain’t in the lashes or the hips that swing, It’s who rides with you when you ain’t got a thing. See, feelings lie, and looks are a trap, It’s deeper than selfies and hand-in-hand snaps. A soulmate ain’t just who makes you weak, It’s who builds with you when sh*t gets bleak You think it’s love 'cause she text back fast? You confusing the moment for something that lasts. Looks fade, feelings shift, seasons spin, But loyalty? That’s the rarest win. So don’t go losing your mind for a thrill, 'Cause pretty don’t mean she’ll ride for real. Check her soul, not just the face, 'Cause beauty don’t always equal grace. Until then, stack your wins, move wise, Don’t let a pretty face be your demise. Stay heartless till you find what's true, Someone that sees the realest you.