paroles de chanson Better Things - ASAP Rocky

Don't give a fuck about your man
I'm just seeing what it's hitting for (Bitch I'm sayin')
How you fronting on a kid though?
You should fuck with me, girl
You know what you need, girl
See I used to livin' life up on my own, yeah
In search of love and for a wife to call my own, yeah
It's all I think about at nights when I'm all alone, yeah
Swear that I can't get no rest in California, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh
Uh, woo
Swear this life is just a whole bunch of vices
Niggas biting off of my shit, my dick
Stay up in your chick ride stick without a license
Tell her hold on like some vice grips
Might just call her let her ride with a baller
Look up on her face was priceless wonder what my type is

Well tonight Mrs. Lightskin with a light mix, or a light switch
White chick, darkskin complexion and she righteous
I take a dyke chick if she like dick
I kissed the dyke chick and I liked it
Fucking each and every Katy Perry for the night bitch
Light this

Light it, light it, puff it, puff it, pass it, pass it
(Moving on to better things, I'm sure)
Bless, sit back and relax one time, clear your mind
'Bout to send me back to my old ways
Know what I'm saying?
Yeah, I'm just, she making mistakes
(Can't feed this addiction anymore)

I've been puffin', rollin' up
Cop a lot and pourin' up
Plus my niggas know the plug
A generation's thrown on drugs

I swear that bitch Rita Ora got a big mouth
Next time I see her might curse the bitch out
Kicked the bitch out once 'cause she bitched out
Spit my kids out, jizzed up all in her mouth and made the bitch bounce
Ride with a nigga mane, and you know I stay fly like the jigga mane

And it figures, 'cause here is something you can't understand
I rather just kill it man, anyways
Nowadays everybody's stressed, yes
Animosity is better off your chest, yes
Guess everybody want to stay blessed, stay fresh
Take a nigga threats, but I'm up next, take debts

Light it, light it, puff it, puff it, pass it, pass it (Moving on to better things)
Inhale, exhale, relieve your mind of stress
Smoke some one time for your boy A$AP
(Can't feed this addiction anymore)

I've been puffin', rollin' up
Cop a lot and pourin' up
Plus my niggas know the plug
A generation's thrown on drugs