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better times! (ft. platboycain) by MercerMars
- Chorus (Me):
- I'm wishin' for some better times
- Wishin' for a better life
- Niggas, they did this seven times, several times
- Bet better times, got me fuckin' jeopardized
- Baby, baby, baby, baby
- Wishin' for a better life
- Verse 1 (Me):
- Okay, it's Mars with this shit, it's hard with this shit
- You retarded lil' bitch, you're a target for this
- Niggas, they retarded and shit, my shit go retarded with this
- I just walked into Target with a Glocky and spliff, ayy ayy
- And the gods be watchin' over me even if I don't believe in 'em
- She got me high as fuckin' Heaven, can't be leavin 'em
- Feelin' on her body, secrets, we keepin' 'em
- Hot as fuck, wasabi, kicks like karate, why you tweakin', bitch?
- They tweakin' quick, I wanna get geeked with a bitch
- She on my D_ and shit, secrets you keep from him
- Secrets you keepin', shit, I fucked up, you wouldn't believe this shit
- And I refuse to be believin' it, she said, "I don't believe in you"
- I fuckin' understand that shit, that bitch, she could care less
- Yeah, I ain't there yet, no, I ain't there yet, ooh
- Life's a bitch nigga, I don't wanna be with, with ya
- Niggas, they be gold diggas, get the dough, I pull triggas
- Nigga, what you gain from this?
- Thought it was true love, but it was fake, fuck this
- And I just got some money to spend on shit
- 'Cause niggas, they pussies, I'm endin' this
- Lil' bitch wanna come and fuck me, stop pretending this
- Is what true love is, when it's really not, money, yeah, I'm spendin' it
- Singin' rap songs, rappin' fast, I'm resentin' it
- And I got all this relentlessness, restlessness
- In my head and shit, wan' be dead and shit
- Seein' red and shit, niggas, messages they sendin' with
- Emojis and shit, I hate that shit, nigga, infection, you spreadin' it, ooh
- Like, what's true love? Baby, stop defendin' it
- True love don't exist, I resent that shit, ooh
- She all in my DM's, need the M's real quick
- Need the M's and shit, I dance on a bitch, lightbendin' shit
- And I be blendin' in with these dumb bitches, I got tens of this
- On my tenth lil' bitch, I don't care, I could care less 'bout it
- And I just got this money, I tried my best to be preventin' it
- I couldn't prevent that shit, no, prevent that shit
- I wanna end it all, drugs don't help at all
- My face, it melts, and all, I just wan' stand tall
- And I feel so small, drown my sorrows with this alcohol
- Need the adderall, baby, I talk to walls
- She got me fucked up, but hoe, I still ball, oh
- And these hoes, they wanna see me fall, oh
- Fuck protocol, I cannot recall, no, can't recall if you was involved, hoe
- Got me fucked up, I gotta call Paul, bro
- Bitches in my face, Better Call Saul, hoe
- I don't give a fuck 'bout it at all, no, at all, no
- Blood stains on the walls, oh, starin' down the halls, oh
- I cannot recall if I ever fuckin' bawled, oh
- I'm so down bad for you, I gave it my all, oh
- Rainfall slow, and I withdraw, oh, problems never solved, no
- And this bitch she be sayin' dialogue, oh
- I watched my heart and shit dissolve slow
- And I'm fucked up, this some analog, hoe
- Analog horror type shit, I'll be your doll, though
- And we was fuckin' in the mall slow
- I tried to crawl home, tried to haul home
- She wantin' my ass dead, who can I call, though?
- Can't call nobody, cortisol, hoe
- And I got a whole lot of money, but this'll be my downfall, hoe
- And I'm off that lala, aerosol, hoe
- Fucking hate this shit, outlawed hoes
- Hoes gon' always monologue, though
- I'm always gon' be solo, back to the wall, oh
- Wantin' you back, I always stall, though
- Roll call hoe, got me overhauled, hoe
- Rippin' out my eyeballs slow, in the concert hall, hoe
- Bitches hate me, grab the molotov, hoe
- You can die slow, this shit some Jigsaw, hoe
- And we gon' brawl hoe, eah, we gon' brawl, hoe
- Chorus (platboycain, yes he's black):
- i'm wishin' for some better times
- wishin' for a better life got the letter signed
- read that letter twice, i only met her twice
- bet better times, got me fuckin' jeopardized
- baby, baby, baby, i don't wanna sever ties
- yeah, i'm wishin' for a better life
- Verse 2 (platboycain, yes he's black):
- welcome to my show of fuckin' misery
- where everybody wants your dead despite your fuckin' history
- and now niggas get left in the dust, left a mystery
- niggas know our shit buss, it bussin', look what you did to me
- left me fuckin' broken, broken, you always shit on me
- the pain you wished on me, hopin' it comes true
- nigga, you won't get no shit from me, get no shit from me
- fuck that shit, ho, i just need the whiskey, please
- give me the fuckin' whiskey, please
- you said, "i hope you have forgiven me"
- i don't do forgiveness, you can shut the fuck up
- 'fore i put you out your motherfuckin' misery, oou
- i just want love, is that so hard to fuckin' ask for?
- you was out in the back of the motherfuckin' backdoors
- we was in the backrooms, baby, you should ask more
- fucked up, i don't have yours, i wish i could have yours
- ice on my wrist, what you wearin' that mask for?
- maskin' my emotions, i wish i could have more
- dictionary type shit, updatin' my vocab, nigga, we the fuckin' task force
- we the avengers, i'ma avenge her, how long can you last for?
- i couldn't last more, baby got a knack for
- drivin' me insane, oou, it's about past four
- i poured the last fourth, i'm a fourth away, gotta leave class for
- a damn doctor's appointment, it's annoying, it's unasked for
- i'm tryin', baby, i'm tryin' to laugh more, laugh more
- what the fuck these niggas tryna laugh for, laugh for?
- shootin' niggas up like it's task force, task force
- feel like captain america with my shield, i bash whores, bash whores
- why you in my face, nigga? fuck off, mama askin' me, "what's the bags for?"
- mama, they're body bags, please don't ask more
- and she know hoes got me mad, i tried to grasp for
- your love but you shoved me away, i left thru the back door
- oou, baby, shake dat shit, light a match for
- our fuckin' miseries, shattered the fuckin' glass door
- mama mad at me, but what is my dad mad for?
- and i gave you my heart, i was glad that
- you loved me, but apparently you didn't, told my mama, "i love my dad more"
- she got so angry, she done kicked me out
- and my legs, yeah, they're givin' out
- can barely breathe, bitch, i'm trippin' now
- got me trippin' out, got me slippin' loud
- i don't wanna talk 'bout it, can we leave right now?
- and i just wanna lie down, oou oou
- baby, you needa pipe down, pipe down, oou
- baby, don't wan' do this right now
- i told you i loved you, that wasn't a lie
- and you got me fucked up so fuckin' high
- i got all these violent thoughts inside my mind
- i don't wan' act on 'em, but baby, i might
- i might...
- Chorus (Me):
- I'm wishin' for some better times
- Wishin' for a better life
- Niggas, they did this seven times, several times
- Bet better times, got me fuckin' jeopardized
- Baby, baby, baby, baby
- Wishin' for a better life
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