better times! (ft. platboycain) ...

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