Better, better, better on my own
Stay set up, fed up, got this red dot on my dome
Stick my head up
Heads up, venture out on my own
Famine, crammed inside my home

And I’m so abandoned but I’m so let in
And I’m so famished but I’m so fed
Didn’t understand it when I thought back
I was sitting by the camp with a bottle of jack
10 out of 10, a heart attack
Brought it over there, never brought it back
Wish I had powers of resurrection
Standing on the roof screaming R.I.P. Jess

Trying to prepare for when life go bad
But I'll still managе and that’s a fact
Outside of the bando with a gas mask
I can’t handle thе eye contact
I smoke ten and my eyes roll back
Imma take a handful of my own pack
I’m so damaged I won’t go back
I’m so damaged it won't go back

I’m on the run
Used to scrape up resin and put it back in my lungs
Now if I feel like mixing strains
I pick a bag up for fun
I’m on the run
It's really no stress though i just
Act like my baggage is just luggage
Poured em out on ice they a stain now
Keep it posted on door saying stay out
I just feel like the whole thing’s played out
But boy, was it nice to meet the raincloud

Better, better, better on my own
Stay set up, fed up, got this red dot on my dome
Stick my head up
Heads up, venture out on my own
Famine, crammed inside my home