It Gets Better

Brodie i won't leave you on yo own
Boy i always be right by yo side
Why you never picking up yo phone
You be making me lil scared in the night

Whoever you love more you should be prolly with
Ion want no competition he prolly should win
And only god can judge me cause we both do sin
How the fuck you hating on a nigga cause he winning
And I be smiling all the time but I be really down
Niggas be talking on my name but these niggas be clowns
And youn know about the pain cause you was never round
I would give this all I got ma i will make you proud
Black sheep that's me I just wan a family
Blast me trash me she fuck with the athletes
And try throw it in my face bitch I don't care
You the one that's losing if we playing fair
And I ain't shed a tear at your funeral but I miss you auntie
You in my heart forever late night I feel yo spirits
I hear the demons in my ears I hope this shit a gimmick
Use to come around after school I see this shit so vivid



Credits
Writer(s): Jude Wiltshire
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