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点击复制Betta - KMurdock Music Group
Quit telling me hold on, I've been holding my whole body
Jaw tight, mental hair wrap still nobody
Folks love handing out surprise like they on morning
Whole time they never had to make a feast out of warning
I done smiled through a bruise just to keep shit civil
Said pretty spoke soft still got hit with a little
Little this, little that, you strong, cool ass
Drink it dressed up nice when the room want mask
I know pain got range, I know luck got time
And I know some days you cook, some days just keep trying
I know a bill hit hard when the fridge sound hollow
And the text say praying don't help by tomorrow
So when you say it get better I lean back like move it
Hope sound good in a quote like form over music
I need something I can touch when the flow feel tilted
Not a speech from a throat that ain't never been with it
How you know things don't get better?
Who told you that and what they better?
Brain on acts who barely held it together
Some nights don't break, they just stretch forever
How you know things don't get better?
I still get up, I just don't dress it extra
I keep a little faith tucked under pressure
Small as a seed still saying whatever
See I ain't against hope, I just hate rehearsal
Same clean lines from folks scared of hurting in circles
Talk cheap when your lights on, stomach calm, thankful
Whole different sermon when the week been thankless
When the mirror say woman but the world say worker
Then healer, then helper, then a soft place further
Then blame, get aim like you built it or weather
Like your chest ain't tired from keeping shit together
I done watched good girls turn cold by necessity
Watch a sharp mind dim from debt and a Tennessee
Watch joy come back too, weird as a left turn
Through a side door late after everything got burned
That's why I don't laugh when you doubt the clown
And I don't sell heaven for a harder time
I just say keep something in you they can't invoice
Even if it's just spite with a little bit of poise
Some days grace look ghetto
Cussing in the kitchen still washing them still, gentle still
You good when your own tank brittle
Still making room in a life this little
That count too, that count when the whole damn sky fill mouth full
Count when you can't find a clean cut answer
And the only real prayers don't make me a beggar
How you know things don't get better?
Who told you that and what they better?
Brain on acts who barely held it together
Some nights don't break, they just stretch forever
How you know things don't get better?
I still get up, I just don't dress it extra
I keep a little faith tucked under pressure
Small as a seed still saying whatever
I ain't calling life evil
I ain't calling it tender
I just quit letting slogans talk over the pressure
If it get better, cool
Well, till then I'ma be what I'm made of