Better One - J.Lately, Blimes, Andre Nickatina

Spent so many sleepless nights, started thinking that I don’t need a bed

I’ve been back out on the road, bigger rappers just a seat ahead

Tell me, how can you fly if you’re too scared to see the ledge

Tell me, how can you fly if you’re too scared to see the ledge

They’re running out of excuses I’ve had enough of it

We’ve been running all over the atlas because I can budget shit

I don’t pat my own back enough

We could go global if they could just package us

Speak to the locals yeah we could go pack a truck

Conscious and shit but they’ll shake it and back it up

All of my strings attached

All of my drugs we left them before customs was hoping your cousin could bring

a batch

With his drug bringing ass

Double dosing all my vitamins

I’ma need to use your light again

They’ve just been faking but we got it baking and cooking in spite of them

Hook (J.Lately & Blimes):

Cause they’ve got a good thing, but we got a better one

Roll up some good green, as soon as my set is done

She’s got the good genes, and etcetera

It’s like I envisioned, I’m seeing visions

Cause they’ve got a good thing, but we got a better one

Roll up some good green, as soon as my set is done

She’s got the good genes, and etcetera

It’s like I envisioned, I’m seeing visions

Verse 2 (Blimes):

I worked so many double shifts, I just can’t go back to eights

Some chapters been hella thick, don’t let me turn back a page

Not to say, the time to get it right I won’t take, life is quick to come catch

the fade

So knowing too much to learn, don’t let that be my mistake

I don’t need a bed need a studio

Truth be told, I’m trying to stay young like Rufio

But I don’t get much sleep

My phone don’t stop ring

My smoothie need dumb greens

I need to stop chasing young things, with the good genes

And apply that energy, like sunscreen, to my sub beam

That’s the glow up

If you’re way late, to J. Late

It’s time for the wake wake and make haste

Til the pay statements break bank

And they might make you make a stank face

This year we pay our taxes

We’ve been for the flare tactics

From the air mattress, to the air maxes

My whole wardrobe is a rare cactus

Jer pass it

Verse 3 (J.Lately):

Fall away fall away, coming through in the clutch

Think I’ll throw it all away, I think that you got me fucked up

Your friend talks hella shit, tell him his music sucks

But I’ve never played his disc, so I don’t know if it does

Fall away fall away

I’ll treat a tour like it’s holiday

Treat a mistake like it’s all a play

Counting a lot you should call a play

Running your mouth you should run a lap

I need friends around to motivate

Fuck depression what’s the fun in that

Play my shit in every motorcade

Play this shit in every middle school

They can wait on all the smoking parts

But tell them they’re beautiful and all these bullies will probably end up with

broken hearts

Double dose on all your vitamins

Ride a mother fucking bike with friends

They’re gonna hate it up until you’ve made it but I bet they like it then