"Not Good But Better" lyrics
Marlon Craft & Yusei Lyrics
I ain't always good, but I'm feelin' better though
Drinkin' whiskey hetero
Calendar is lookin like the skill set
There ain't a lotta holes in my schedule
Homies on the same shit, I no longer meddle though
I ain't tryna give the T, but I got kettles though
I want everyone to love me, but I'm a rebel though
And my music takin places I don't get to go
Haven't come to terms with that, I'll feel more than I'll ever know
I've got to
I've got to
I've got to get away 'fore I'm out of my mind
I thought too hard
I lost you yall
Tryin stop who really loves you, what you tryin to find?
Tryin' make space for my feelings, that shit make me humble
Save grace for the meals, healin is a stumble
If you gon thank God for the blessings, thank him for the troubles
Get a couple chips and then they fall, that's how the cookie crumbles
I guess I let the fear project
I say I love, they hear, reject
And here's the rub, I made a mess
I cleaned it up by bleeding less
Can't understand what we accept
Can't understate how we neglect
They underrate til we give less
I'm underpaid, I'm overstressed
I ain't always good, but I'm feelin' better though
Drinkin whiskey hetero
Calendar is lookin like the skill set
There ain't a lotta holes in my schedule
Homies on the same shit, I no longer meddle though
I ain't tryna give the T, but I got kettles though
I want everyone to love me, but I'm a rebel though
And my music take in places I don't get to go
Haven't come to terms with that, I'll feel more than I'll ever know
I've got to
I've got to
I've got to get away 'fore I'm out of my mind
I thought too hard
I lost you yall
Tryin stop who really loves you, what you tryin to find?
Drinkin' whiskey hetero
Calendar is lookin like the skill set
There ain't a lotta holes in my schedule
Homies on the same shit, I no longer meddle though
I ain't tryna give the T, but I got kettles though
I want everyone to love me, but I'm a rebel though
And my music takin places I don't get to go
Haven't come to terms with that, I'll feel more than I'll ever know
I've got to
I've got to
I've got to get away 'fore I'm out of my mind
I thought too hard
I lost you yall
Tryin stop who really loves you, what you tryin to find?
Tryin' make space for my feelings, that shit make me humble
Save grace for the meals, healin is a stumble
If you gon thank God for the blessings, thank him for the troubles
Get a couple chips and then they fall, that's how the cookie crumbles
I guess I let the fear project
I say I love, they hear, reject
And here's the rub, I made a mess
I cleaned it up by bleeding less
Can't understand what we accept
Can't understate how we neglect
They underrate til we give less
I'm underpaid, I'm overstressed
I ain't always good, but I'm feelin' better though
Drinkin whiskey hetero
Calendar is lookin like the skill set
There ain't a lotta holes in my schedule
Homies on the same shit, I no longer meddle though
I ain't tryna give the T, but I got kettles though
I want everyone to love me, but I'm a rebel though
And my music take in places I don't get to go
Haven't come to terms with that, I'll feel more than I'll ever know
I've got to
I've got to
I've got to get away 'fore I'm out of my mind
I thought too hard
I lost you yall
Tryin stop who really loves you, what you tryin to find?
