Lyrics Everything Looks Better - Bass Santana

T-to Bass be the
Glory (glory)

My heart paralyzed, but my dick still work
I ain′t with the dissing, I was tryna kill first
You ain't with the mission, you could never clean a circle
Everything look better when your pockets ain′t hurtin'

Hallelujah, holla back nigga, fuck a rap nigga
Introverted big black nigga got the pack with him
Hella doinks to the face, she a Bass bitch
Clout tokens on the way bitch, where your patience?
Let it hit (uh), let it hit (ooh), let it hit
Trapping like a Bhris, stacking like a Bhris
She ain't used to smoke and now she laughing loud as shit
Quarter for the fifth, buddy come and get a fix
Pack came back, that exotic all gas
Chill cause state troopers on the grass
Riding hella dirty but I had to get the bag
If you really got it, you ain′t ever gotta brag

My heart paralyzed, but my dick work right
Everything look better when the pants too tight
How you can′t ride it but ya dance moves right
How you can't suck it but you talking all night
My heart paralyzed, but my dick still work
I ain′t with the dissing, I was tryna kill first
You ain't with the mission, you could never claim circle
Everything look better