{Intro/Hook}
Better, better, better on my own
Says set up {?}, fed up, got this writing on my dome
Stick my head up
Heads up, venture on my own
Famine, crammed inside my home
{Verse 1}
I’m so abandoned but I’m still letting it {?}
I’m so famished but I’m so fed
Didn’t understand it when I thought back
Sitting by the can with a bottle of jack
10 out of 10, a heart attack
Brought it over there, never brought it back
Wish I had powers of resurrection
Standing on the roof screamin’ R.I.P. Jess
{Verse 2}
Trying to prepare for when life go bad
But I still manage and that’s a fact
I sat on thе banner {?} with a gas mask
I can’t handle the еye contact
I smoke ten and my eyes roll back
Imma take a handful of my own pack
I’m so damaged I won’t go back
I’m so damaged I won’t go back
I’m on the run
Used to scrape by, present
Put it back in my lungs
Now if I feel like mention {?} strains
I pick up a bag for fun
I’m on the run
There’s really no chance to adjust
Act like my baggage is the reach {?}
Where am I, so nice {?} to stay now
Keep it posted on door saying stay out
I just feel like the whole thing’s played out
Boy, was it nice to meet {?} the raincloud
{Outro}
Better, better, better on my own
Says set up {?}, fed up, got this writing on my dome
Stick my head up
Heads up, venture on my own
Famine, crammed inside my home