These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
How much different can we be 'til we're really all the same?
If you're looking in my eyes I can tell you if it's fake
Try to fall back on the elegance, it's evident
That you do it for the claim, do your thang boy
When I got with my friends I been placing bricks
Got the mortar mixed, now we selling it
Don't do it for the hell of it
Just do it cause you're happy with the penmanship
Kill it 'til I feel it with a kickback, sit back
Let me tell you a story bout a wetback, way back
Two years old on the road to gold Jordan Burroughs with the throw
Head down but I'm bad bad to the bone
'Fore I started smoking bowls I was nice I was pure I was gold
Playing saxophone breaking corazones
I was never told I was in a hole
Pretty much invisible
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
Get Better Video (MV)
Performed By: trdml
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Austin Eglund, Eric Kron, Samuel Haro
trdml - Get Better Lyrics
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English
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
How much different can we be 'til we're really all the same?
If you're looking in my eyes I can tell you if it's fake
Try to fall back on the elegance, it's evident
That you do it for the claim, do your thang boy
When I got with my friends I been placing bricks
Got the mortar mixed, now we selling it
Don't do it for the hell of it
Just do it cause you're happy with the penmanship
Kill it 'til I feel it with a kickback, sit back
Let me tell you a story bout a wetback, way back
Two years old on the road to gold Jordan Burroughs with the throw
Head down but I'm bad bad to the bone
'Fore I started smoking bowls I was nice I was pure I was gold
Playing saxophone breaking corazones
I was never told I was in a hole
Pretty much invisible
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
How much different can we be 'til we're really all the same?
If you're looking in my eyes I can tell you if it's fake
Try to fall back on the elegance, it's evident
That you do it for the claim, do your thang boy
When I got with my friends I been placing bricks
Got the mortar mixed, now we selling it
Don't do it for the hell of it
Just do it cause you're happy with the penmanship
Kill it 'til I feel it with a kickback, sit back
Let me tell you a story bout a wetback, way back
Two years old on the road to gold Jordan Burroughs with the throw
Head down but I'm bad bad to the bone
'Fore I started smoking bowls I was nice I was pure I was gold
Playing saxophone breaking corazones
I was never told I was in a hole
Pretty much invisible
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
These days are passing me by and nothing seems to get better
I see the stars in the sky and try to pull it together
Writer: Austin Eglund, Eric Kron, Samuel Haro
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid