[00:00.000] 作词 : Jaydes/Rich Amiri
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Jaydes/Rio Leyva/Rich Amiri/William Slayton Lambert
[00:02.085]All these bands make my head hurt
[00:03.906]All the gas 'til my lungs black
[00:05.707]Drugs 'posed to make it better
[00:07.611]She keep askin' where the love at
[00:09.620]Really don't know what to tell her
[00:11.513]You miss the old me, but f*ck that
[00:13.475]I'm movin' on for the better
[00:15.278]Smokin' on gas 'til my head hurt
[00:17.932]Don't gotta stay, if she wanna leave then I'ma let her
[00:21.742]But my lil' baby cannot end of me, I swear we tethered
[00:25.053]What I said before I left her
[00:26.976]I had to grow out my feathers
[00:28.881]I went and pulled up and blessed her
[00:30.718]Heart cold, it ain't December
[00:32.547]Chop give that boy a check-up
[00:34.477]Chop hit him from the neck up
[00:36.335]Lost, but I'm tryna get up
[00:38.113]Lost, but I'm tryna get up
[00:40.305]I'm just tryna get my bread up
[00:42.211]If that boy talkin', we get down, smacked up by Berettas
[00:44.029]They say that I'm in my glow, I'm really up in the shows
[00:50.539]I got way too many hoes, had to let some of 'em go, oh
[00:54.381]AMG, pushin' to start, you know that we hittin' road
[00:58.175]I'm way too high off this gas, lil' b***h, I'm high off this dro
[01:02.270]Really been up since a jit, I get a rack and spend on my fit, I'm him
[01:05.928]I'm here just talkin' my sh*t, you see the Prada, Margiela my kicks, uh-huh
[01:09.662]Lil' b*tch had a show on the flip, might as well tell her, her n*gga my kid, uh-huh
[01:13.540]Wock' in this pint, this sh*t real, you can just tell by the way that it stick, uh-huh
[01:17.166]All these bands make my head hurt
[01:18.690]All the gas 'til my lungs black
[01:20.602]Drugs 'posed to make it better
[01:22.429]She keep askin' where the love at
[01:24.377]Really don't know what to tell her
[01:26.366]You miss the old me, but f*ck that
[01:28.253]I'm movin' on for the better
[01:32.329]All these bands make my head hurt
[01:34.116]All the gas 'til my lungs black
[01:35.917]Drugs 'posed to make it better
[01:37.881]She keep askin' where the love at
[01:39.812]Really don't know what to tell her
[01:41.731]You miss the old me, but **** that
[01:43.666]I'm movin' on for the better
[01:45.790](I'm movin' on for the better)
[01:47.621]I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh)
[01:51.514]I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh)
[01:55.425]I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh)
[01:59.173]I'm movin' on for the better, yeah, u

作词 : Jaydes/Rich Amiri
作曲 : Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./Jaydes/Rio Leyva/Rich Amiri/William Slayton Lambert
All these bands make my head hurt
All the gas 'til my lungs black
Drugs 'posed to make it better
She keep askin' where the love at
Really don't know what to tell her
You miss the old me, but f*ck that
I'm movin' on for the better
Smokin' on gas 'til my head hurt
Don't gotta stay, if she wanna leave then I'ma let her
But my lil' baby cannot end of me, I swear we tethered
What I said before I left her
I had to grow out my feathers
I went and pulled up and blessed her
Heart cold, it ain't December
Chop give that boy a check-up
Chop hit him from the neck up
Lost, but I'm tryna get up
Lost, but I'm tryna get up
I'm just tryna get my bread up
If that boy talkin', we get down, smacked up by Berettas
They say that I'm in my glow, I'm really up in the shows
I got way too many hoes, had to let some of 'em go, oh
AMG, pushin' to start, you know that we hittin' road
I'm way too high off this gas, lil' b***h, I'm high off this dro
Really been up since a jit, I get a rack and spend on my fit, I'm him
I'm here just talkin' my sh*t, you see the Prada, Margiela my kicks, uh-huh
Lil' b*tch had a show on the flip, might as well tell her, her n*gga my kid, uh-huh
Wock' in this pint, this sh*t real, you can just tell by the way that it stick, uh-huh
All these bands make my head hurt
All the gas 'til my lungs black
Drugs 'posed to make it better
She keep askin' where the love at
Really don't know what to tell her
You miss the old me, but f*ck that
I'm movin' on for the better
All these bands make my head hurt
All the gas 'til my lungs black
Drugs 'posed to make it better
She keep askin' where the love at
Really don't know what to tell her
You miss the old me, but **** that
I'm movin' on for the better
(I'm movin' on for the better)
I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh)
I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh)
I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh)
I'm movin' on for the better, yeah, u