Better Than The Rest Lyrics

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 ten, 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 ten, 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 ten, 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