Roy Rutto - Better Off (feat. Nick Reed) Lyrics

I'll be fine, baby
Promise I'll be fine, baby
I'll be fine, baby
Promise I'll be fine, baby

Look
Granny said I'm a born star, fasho
Came so far from low
With a dope car to boast
And cold calls to show
Last year I probably knew more porn stars than flows
Treating Jessica like I'm on set with Honey Gold
Sunday service with champagne & Bay Breeze
If we die next week, Lord I hope this shit is leaked
So watch me walk it like I talk it
Don't tell me I'm out of pocket
Just give me a few months
I'm finding ways to be honest
These problems of 20 something
Promise I'm up to something
While balancing being a legend, a student & better son
Booked up until September
No FaceTimes in November
Trust me until December
If roses don't make it better, yeah, yeah
If roses don't make it better, yeah

I'll be fine, baby
Promise I'll be fine, baby
I'll be fine, baby
Promise I'll be fine, baby
(Never get too comfortable)
I'll be fine, baby
Promise I'll be fine, baby

Would say I'm better off but tell me what does that mean?
Life's short, the bigger person always ends up as me
More times than not
I admit, baby I'm wildin'
I can't f*ck unless its some I'd put I child in
Adjust my standards all the time for it
Never afraid to tell someone that I ain't got the time for em
Used to love running from the truth
But now my back against the wall
Ain't nowhere to go but up
I'm way too high for me to fall
My wants and needs, I'm caught between
Been tryna figure me out
Been out the way
Been saying no to love
My energy clout
But I can always go lil harder baby
That ain't never been
That ain't never been a problem
Can't do nothing if not all the way
Had to break some promises
I could've kept
Where I'm meant to be