Lyrics Better One - J.Lately, Blimes

Better One

Spent so many sleepless nights, started thinking that I don’t need a bed
I’ve been back out on the road, bigger rappers just a seat ahead
Tell me, how can you fly if you’re too scared to see the ledge
Tell me, how can you fly if you’re too scared to see the ledge
They’re running out of excuses I’ve had enough of it
We’ve been running all over the atlas because I can budget shit
I don’t pat my own back enough
We could go global if they could just package us
Speak to the locals yeah we could go pack a truck
Conscious and shit but they’ll shake it and back it up
All of my strings attached
All of my drugs we left them before customs was hoping your cousin could bring
a batch
With his drug bringing ass
Double dosing all my vitamins
I’ma need to use your light again
They’ve just been faking but we got it baking and cooking in spite of them
Hook (J.Lately & Blimes):
Cause they’ve got a good thing, but we got a better one
Roll up some good green, as soon as my set is done
She’s got the good genes, and etcetera
It’s like I envisioned, I’m seeing visions
Cause they’ve got a good thing, but we got a better one
Roll up some good green, as soon as my set is done
She’s got the good genes, and etcetera
It’s like I envisioned, I’m seeing visions
Verse 2 (Blimes):
I worked so many double shifts, I just can’t go back to eights
Some chapters been hella thick, don’t let me turn back a page
Not to say, the time to get it right I won’t take, life is quick to come catch
the fade
So knowing too much to learn, don’t let that be my mistake
I don’t need a bed need a studio
Truth be told, I’m trying to stay young like Rufio
But I don’t get much sleep
My phone don’t stop ring
My smoothie need dumb greens
I need to stop chasing young things, with the good genes
And apply that energy, like sunscreen, to my sub beam
That’s the glow up
If you’re way late, to J. Late
It’s time for the wake wake and make haste
Til the pay statements break bank
And they might make you make a stank face
This year we pay our taxes
We’ve been for the flare tactics
From the air mattress, to the air maxes
My whole wardrobe is a rare cactus
Jer pass it
Verse 3 (J.Lately):
Fall away fall away, coming through in the clutch
Think I’ll throw it all away, I think that you got me fucked up
Your friend talks hella shit, tell him his music sucks
But I’ve never played his disc, so I don’t know if it does
Fall away fall away
I’ll treat a tour like it’s holiday
Treat a mistake like it’s all a play
Counting a lot you should call a play
Running your mouth you should run a lap
I need friends around to motivate
Fuck depression what’s the fun in that
Play my shit in every motorcade
Play this shit in every middle school
They can wait on all the smoking parts
But tell them they’re beautiful and all these bullies will probably end up with
broken hearts
Double dose on all your vitamins
Ride a mother fucking bike with friends
They’re gonna hate it up until you’ve made it but I bet they like it then