Better Days

Faded, faded, tryna scream we made it
I pull up in that Bently Coupe, diamonds all up on my shoes
And where the fuck were you?
Tryna tell me that we're cool but you fucked me over, back in middle school
But Imma let it go, Imma let it slide, drop another song and watch my bands get high
But Imma let it go, Imma let it slide, Imma let it go and watch my bands get
Stackin', I'm stackin', ain't ever catch me lackin'
I ain't got a crew, so who the fuck are you?
Tryna say you know me, where were you from the jump?
Bitch you fuckin' owe me, all my wounds tatted up
Can't lay in bed at night, my mind it just ain't right
I'm cryin' to the sound of the moonless night
I'm cryin' to the sound of the moonless night
I'm cryin' to the sound of the moonless
Tired, tired I'm always fucking tired
Can't ever catch a break so I'll just get higher
Spark and light it up, ain't ever give a fuck
Even if it means my life's straight fucked
Even if it means that my life's straight fucked
Even if it means that my life's straight fucked
Even if it means that my minds straight
Even if it means that my life's straight
Fucked



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Writer(s): Sophia Robledo
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