Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Better Things, artist - Wrekonize. Album song The War Within, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.06.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Better Things |
Ok year 2002 |
18 wondering what the fuck I’m gon' do |
Witty Pretty potent with the modern machinations |
An I ain’t really getting help with college applications |
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two |
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel |
Yeah he got a few filler lines |
By now that flip it up thing he’s probably used like a million times |
But he’s got punches and energy to swing through the enemy assumptions |
Shit Now he’s going national Times Square face off |
Beat the competition for the cage match pay off |
25k shit I’m still a teenager |
And everything around now starts to seem major |
Work on your album young Wrek |
Shelved before I wrapped what the fuck could I expect |
I took it with a smile I’ll be in the waiting room |
Cause I’m waiting for the luck though to go for the gusto |
Sharpening my tools in a pool full of pride |
Where you pull or you die cause it’s true suicide |
When you beat yourself up to be polite, right |
Trying to get up in the bright lights like |
Trying to find a spot on a throne where there’s seven kings |
Sometimes it’s kinda hard trying to find the better things |
We get up every day for the chase |
Wait lemme see what’s at stake (What's at stake) |
Make dollars just to live, make dollars out of habit |
It’s all subconscious we all stack addicts |
We get up every day for the chase |
Wait lemme see what’s at stake (What's at stake) |
They say money isn’t everything |
But I’m sure the more you have makes for some better things |
Better things will come along |
Better things will come |
Running in place with bad habits |
Back before the cynics were reading into your status |
Update, I’m just here feeling like a savage |
Eating all this madness in a marriage for the maggots |
Remember back when we used to spit in any circle any parking lot we backed in |
Them was Illiterat daze with our riddle rap ways |
G and H taught me how to sit and chisel stack phrase |
I dreamt about syllables and multis not residuals and trophies |
And here I am doing what I said I’d probably never do |
Feeling weathered can be terrible |
I know the paper can deface ya if ya take it as your savior |
See this is written in its nature |
But I’mma take ya to a place where you only hear the heavens sing |
Sometimes it’s kinda hard trying to find the better things |