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    "Better Days" Lyrics

    Earth To Andy

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    Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky
    Worldwide, nigga it's 1999
    Shit out of control, sign of the times
    I ain't had this much fun since '79
    I was only eight then, hadn't been to the pen
    Just a young nigga on the front of a swing
    Playing football up in Powly High
    Too young to ride but it's still Eastside
    Homicides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't rapping much
    It's 99 nigga, shit, I know you strapping up
    Hell motherfucking yeah, nigga wanna see the end
    So next year we can do it all again
    Same dogg channel, same dogg time
    Only the strong will survive in 99
    So much drama and delusion, my conclusion is confusing
    Dripping on my memories, twisted off my music
    Trying to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's it
    Here's my number baby girl don't you lose it
    It's smoky in this motherfucker while we cruising
    And East-side niggas is the shadiest (shadiest)
    But them West-side niggas is the craziest (craziest)
    Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me shine
    Roll with this shit, I'm cold with this shit in my prime
    Nigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking dime
    Be smart, fresh start is all you need
    First thing first, cause, stop smoking cess weed
    You are what you smoke, nigga stop hating
    That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating
    But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say
    But somehow someway, better days ahead, Freddy's dead
    And Betty said Eddie's a fed
    Sweaty in bed with a nine to his head
    And he fucking with this hood-rat that he met up in dance
    Betty getting mad cause Eddie wanna share
    But look at how you living for a minute then compare
    I love confetti, I always stay ready
    Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the telli
    I'm ready to do now, who now, you now
    Eddie wasn't ready when they drew that, booyow
    Two down, with just one gun
    My nigga, and who said killin wasn't no fun
    I sit alone in the zone with a face of stone
    Live the life of Al Capone or Don Coroleone
    Tragically casualties and fatalities
    And all kinds of funny ass niggas coming after me
    My grand pappy once sat me on his lap and he said
    Sonny get your money 'fore you end up dead
    I never really understood what he said
    Until my motherfucking dogg took a slug in his head
    Cold way nigga gotta learn his lesson
    Slow down and go down, shit you know now

    Be smart, fresh start is all you need
    First things first cuz, stop smokin cess weed
    You are what you smoke, my nigga stop hating
    That's why you broke and that's why we celebrating
    But life's so hard on a G, that's what they all say
    But somehow someway, you got to make a better way

    (Somehow someway)
    You got to make a better way
    (You got to make a better way)
    You got to make a better way
    (You got to make a better way)
    You got to make a better way
    (You got to make a better way)
    You got to make a better way
    (Yeah, better days ahead)
    Better days ahead
    (Better days ahead)
    Better days ahead

    That's real.
    I feel your pain nigga.
    I used to be just like you nigga.
    Before I got off in this rap shit.
    Shit, nigga did anything to get a dollar.
    You know, but one thing I never did do.
    I ain't never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing.
    I went out and got my own ya feel me?
    So from me to you, man to man.
    Better days ahead my nigga.
    Shit, keep the faith and get your hustle on.
    Cause I'm a get mine regardless.
    Nigga whether I'm rapping or on the streets.
    I gotta have it.
    This song was submitted on November 30th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Calvin Broadus, Cecil womack, Jeffrey Andrew fortson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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