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better days - swath lyrics

life ain’t getting better matter of fact it gets worse
i’m hiding in my bubble till the day that it bursts
i stayed up until fiveam now i’m late to work
and my boss might fire me but oh well guess i deserve

i guess i deserve
i was up all night sh*t
i was up all night sh*t
hanging with the girl, hotboxed my whip
looking provocative
on my mental though i’ve been feeling low
that’s the reason that i’ve been k!lling so many minutes
you get it though
and these instrumentals are the only constant within my mental
hand always holding a pencil
tend to like bеing alone so my independеnce is sentimental
so when i’m penning it’s confidential
until i’m up on the mic
then the sh*t like
i didn’t smoke
still i get high
on second thought maybe that’s the second hand speaking
studio was way too lit last weekend
had all my lyrics just reading them loud
all of my demons man i was just yeeting them out
and i needed a towel
i’m too lit, i’m too lit
i’m writing all this new sh*t
hop on the mic and go stupid
new personality who’s this
like
life ain’t getting better matter of fact it gets worse
i’m hiding in my bubble till the day that it burst
i stayed up until fiveam now i’m late to work
and my boss might fire me but oh well guess i deserve

ugh
time is money and i find it funny that i finally know what this sh*t mean
woke up at three and i got a nosebleed
roll a wood just so i can let my sh*t breathe
i’m not a machine
time getting lost in my daily routines
i got these habits that ain’t been redeemed
my soul never quiet
stay cold while i’m writing
i’mma go into hiding

they ask”where’d you go”
mindstate pluto
out this world like first name bruno
go kick rocks i don’t mean no juno
hittin that gym, boy tryna go sumo
been dealing with sh*t
hard to create because healing’s a b*tch
a million a minute
was smoking so much barely feeling a hit
paper appealing to chicks
lack of my hours been stealing my rent
no motivation to pick up the pen
put down the mic and i picked up a wrench
picked up a zip and scale, flipped a profit
but at the same time tryna hook up my mans
i do this sh*t for myself ‘fore i end up
in museum for souls that was sold for advance
life ain’t getting better matter of fact it gets worse
i’m hiding in my bubble till the day that it bursts
i stayed up until fiveam now i’m late to work
and my boss might fire me but oh well guess i deserve

- swath lyrics

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