lil kyo XR - better days (sad in washington park/comadaze)

Yea yea (Don't worry about)
(Don't worry about)
Yea yea yea yea (Yea na na na)
Don't worry about me
Don't worry about me yea yea yea yea
(Shout out all my dogs, shout out all my dogs)
Don't worry
Don't worry ah
Yea
Oh na na na
Don't worry bout the pressure
Yea, yea
Mama said that niggas still living wild out here (Wildin', wildin', wildin', wildin,' wildin')
Living through life like niggas playing catch up (Sauce, sauce)
I ain't even proud, I ain't even bad down like that (Bad down)
Yea yea (Yea yea)
Niggas still fiend for the means, something inbetween, girls and cream woven in the Seams of the dream, I scheme man, fuck it you know what's up
Yea, yea
Niggas want peace but got pieces, man, I see it
Can't beat it, chase clout for the team and I feed it
Now please give a round of applause
Hope my mama rest in peace and still proud of us
Still proud of us
Diamonds in the rough only surfacely speak
Hanging off the edge, but, man don't worry about me
Niggas acting well but they hurting to me
Things don't change, they just circle, repeat
But there'll be better days
Better days, better days, better days
Yea
Tell me there'll be better days
Better days, better days, better days
Yea
You know being myself
I always feel
Super lonely and my mistrust of people is at an all time high and shit
Especially dealing with like women
And you know, friends that aren't really friends
And family who aren't really family
You never really know what's gonna happen
And to me, that sucks
You know
I've been working on this thing for awhile
And I just feel like I'm stuck in a loop
No matter how hard I work
No matter what I do
I'm always gonna be stuck in this loop
And I'm gonna have to get up
Gonna have to make money in order to get out of this loop
But then, once you get out of that loop, it's into a bigger loop
I feel tired
But you know, my family's counting on me
So
Here I go
Diamonds in the rough only surfacely speak
Hanging off the edge, but, man don't worry about me
Niggas acting well but they hurting to me
Things don't change, they just circle, repeat
But there'll be better days
Better days, better days, better days
Yea
Tell me there'll be better days
Better days, better days, better days
Yea
Bitch ass nigga, bitch ass nigga
Shuddup
Hurd
Hurd
Hurd
Yo Xan
Bitch ass nigga, look at this nigga
Pop no smoke
Sometimes I, like, write in my notebook when I'm sad and shit
It sucks but as long as I got my homies with me
I should be alright
They really help me out a lot, so, much love to all them niggas
Sup Lana, uh naw
Jeesh, it's Threezus
It's Threezus
Yea, I gotta be in the car with my best friend, my best friend, my brother
My brother!
My, my brother!
The state of rules, worried bout who?
I'm walking home
Alright, see you later

Written by:
Bakari Stout, James Larkin III, Tavares Scott, Xander London, Zanief Washington

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