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Better Days

Album cover art for "Better Days" by Surf

Surf - Rap, Trap

Better Days

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April 1, 2019.

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[Part I] [Intro] My nigga Lil Stack, with that good Crack [Verse 1] My jeans pimple faced My Ricky's never laced I put some diamonds in my mouth That's real expensive taste Break in and get that fetti Then we gon' do the race They locked my nigga up I hope he beat that case She gotta attitude That money fix her face Come down my avenue My nigga fix your fate My whole team eating good Nigga come and fix your plate She stay on photoshop I'ma call her pixel-face [Pre-Hook] I been tryna eat my cake I eat like anime My niggas keep them drums We pull up like parade If you see where I came from, you would celebrate [Hook] I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days [Verse 2] Acne on my jeans (Yeah) Jolie on my tee (Yeah) I be just chasing dreams BMW on my key (Yeah) I was just down back They was testing on my pee (Yeah) Heard they got my feature That shit came with a fee (Yeah) Only nigga from my class Countin' up these racks, hoe All them people dummy bad Turn me to an asshole Only two seats in this coupe You can't fit in my back bro Feel like glue was on my shoes I'm stuck inside my bag, hoe My old girl was average Now I got a bad bitch Packing all my baggage Travel like an atlas If you was like me, you'd probably do it to But I guess that's not the case Cause I'm seeing better days [Hook] I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days I been chasing all the guap Tryna see some better days [Part II] [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah I'm a shopaholic, bitch Balling is my hobby When I'm in the whip She gon give me sloppy toppy When I get her home she gon give me that punani Imma keep it G man Call me John Gotti I can make a dollar stretch Just like it do pilates I don't catch L's Nigga, I will catch a body I been making all this money Nigga, I'm Illuminati Poured up a fanta That shits polluted When I play dumb, watch I'll go stupid Niggas gon' say what they want on computers I'll pull your heart right out your chest Like I'm Cuban Keep a cool 100 But my niggas boiling I should be a model The way that they shooting You was just square Like you made out of Rubiks Fuck all that talking, Lil Nigga Just do it These niggas pussy They leaking out fluids They money old Like it came out the ruins You got a gun But I don't see you shooting Say you a snake But I already knew it Diamonds in my mouth Give a young nigga toothache Tryna get up on the team But it's way too late Beat a nigga ass, wipe the mess up Turn my hands red Like I just made strawberry Kool Aid

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