Paris Texas - BETTER DAYS Lyrics

I'ma f*ck it up, she know I'm a savage
Keepin' it a buck, shawty's such a bad bitch
I just want the green, green, lettuce, Roman cabbage
What the f*ck you think? Tryna get established

I'ma f*ck it up, she know I'm a savage
I just want the green, lettuce, Roman cabbage
She gon' make it pop, bring the Roman candle
They gon' bring the funk, I ain't, I ain't taking damage

Almost got hit twice today
F*ck a close call, I'm okay
I've seen better days
I've seen better days
Drivin' on the interstate
Head against that window pane
Tryin' to get away, tryin' to get away

Don't touch my team fortress, uh
Pray on my misfortune, uh
'Til I make a fortune, uh
Don't think I'm that fortunate
Life's a box with swords in it
Magic need stones sorcer-ish
Walk in the room they felt it
Walk in the room I melt it, uh

If I die please celebrate
No demise on my decay
I've seen better days
I've seen better days
If I die before I wake
No demise on my decay
I've seen better days
I've seen better days