ZL - Better Than The Rest

Cause the nights I spent with you were the best ones of my life
And ever since we parted ways, I can never get it right
Cause the nights I spent with you were the best ones of my life
And ever since we parted ways, I can never get it right
All these nights with you, we only drank a little few
Almost running to two, few bloody marys in Got me feeling blue
Wish all the shit you said was true, Now I'm running late to the Stu
Late by 10, gotta lock in with my pen
The Ink's trailing red, gotta get this shit out of my head
I may be stressed, but I know that I'm the best
Better than the rest, like yo ex, that boy is a mess
All these dumb emotions really causing a commotion
Feels like I'm in slow motion, almost like I'm speed boating
But it's the opposite, going down with the roof, Gotta drop with it (yeah, yeah, yeah. yeah)
Back on the topic, I'm really known to pop it, almost like a pop rocket, But I'll shoot it at your socket
Taking off like a rocket, but I'm not the Migos, They told me to blast off, here we go, oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta let the shells rain like some snow
Just so you know, we always on go
Always ready to blow, and up the score
She gave me my nut, I want some more
Never stop at the stoplight, we always push the pace
That's a cop the lights really bright, time to do the race
I'm always on pace, never catch a fucking case
Smoke your homie, put him in the vase
Magical wand, got its own case
I fabric upon some people, they hate
Just to prove to you I'm never late
Already booked that estate in LA
Magical wand, got its own case
I fabric upon some people, they hate
Just to prove to you I'm never late
Already booked that estate in LA
All these nights with you, we only drank a little few
Almost running to two, few bloody marys in Got me feeling blue
Wish all the shit you said was true, Now I'm running late to the Stu
Late by 10, gotta lock in with my pen
The Ink's trailing red, gotta get this shit out of my head
I may be stressed, but I know that I'm the best
Better than the rest, like yo ex, that boy is a mess
All these nights with you, we only drank a little few
Almost running to two, few bloody marys in Got me feeling blue
Wish all the shit you said was true, Now I'm running late to the Stu
Late by 10, gotta lock in with my pen
The Ink's trailing red, gotta get this shit out of my head
I may be stressed, but I know that I'm the best
Better than the rest, like yo ex, that boy is a mess
Haha, JP

Written by:
Zach Lund

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