Better

Lyrics

[Intro] Learned in a day until these lights fade, you gon' be the one To make me better' better' better' better, better, baby You gon' make better' better, better, better' better If I knew then what I know now Oh, oh [Verse 1] Think I'm losing you, I think I lost you Law of attraction has me hoping there's a part two And let's be honest like women who finally called it quits Inside our arguments where every single word gets flipped I ain't shit, but I'm sorry, I know I left a stain I ain't right, you been drownin' inside this candy rain Used to call me a king, so the dream don't have a dream Knowing damn well that you really were the role for me Every ounce of flowetry, all you gotta do is say yes And no to the bullshit and we can't get rest I been hurt and insecure, I'm pretty sure it's a problem Issa to Elisa Rae, baby, you a diamond If I start to an island Done objectifying, flying with Linda Diamond Steady climbing the climate, obvious you the sun Obvious prime objective is still make you the one Walking out the door, I'm just taking it how it comes If you walk out my life, goodbye is on my tongue If I only did this right, we would never be done [Chorus] You make me better (Better), I could've did better (Better) You make me better (Better), but I could've did better (Better) You make me better (Better), I could've did better (Better) You make me better (Better), but I could've did better (Better) [Interlude] Oh, oh [Verse 2] Huh, I think I've gone missing like I'm Alan Parrish I keep skipping all these lessons, chilling next to Ferris Where my wheels wind up, man, ain't no telling All my fears in a deck, I keep dealing with 'em Frontin' for the 'Gram at my gram's house Gotta make the song hot, gotta bring the bags out, of course I'ma tell you fuck bitches, get money, it's all a game Either this or gin rummy, huh, it's all pain I can't hide and seek from it, we plummet When we stop being real with self, mentally stuck in hell You can't tell? Shit, I'm tryna buy some pretty wings from Maxwell Hopefully the tax don't break backs from the farewell Mind spinning like a carousel Phone ringing like a wedding bell (Hey bruh, I just saw so-and-so go by Taco Bell The one on 35th, I thought that was your), clique I'm still tryna process this shit Sand to a hand, man, it's hard to catch a grip Even without a dollar, most of this should make sense [Chorus] You make me better (Better), but I could've did better (Better) You make me better (Better), but I could've did better (Better) You make me better (Better), but I could've did better (Better) You make me better (Better), but I could've did (Better)