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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Collier Christian
Collier Christian
Songwriter
Alvonte Jiggetts
Alvonte Jiggetts
Songwriter
Treylen Clay
Treylen Clay
Songwriter
Ricky Whitely
Ricky Whitely
Songwriter
Taesean Blanding
Taesean Blanding
Songwriter
Alexander Powell
Alexander Powell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alvonte Jiggetts
Alvonte Jiggetts
Mixing Engineer
Treylen Clay
Treylen Clay
Producer
Alexander Powell
Alexander Powell
Producer

Texty

You broke me down, like I never been up
But now I see the light over my head, like the sun came up
And now I'm better, better, better
Oh I'm better, better, better
I don't really care if I bleed, the future is bigger than me
I'm movin' the right way, yo, I'm doin' the right thing
And none of this life is guaranteed, I'm waitin' for blessings
Whatever the world brings, yo, ayy, listen, wait
I'm makin' this music for you, writin' these songs just for me
I rock a chain with the crew, you know we planted the seeds
And now we growin' and bigger and better, my city so proud
And we got the bread and we follow the plan, we keepin' our head up
If you know then you know
You broke me down, like I never been up
But now I see the light over my head, like the sun came up
And now I'm better, better, better
Oh I'm better, better, better
Yeah, uh, heart been broke so many times, I been broke so many times
And I tried to get a bag, but I got into it instead
I been drivin' through the red lights, ayy, ayy
I be there every night long as I know the bread right
I been squeezin' all my might, but I, I still can't get a grip on my vice
I been writin' all night, and my notebook look like a bestseller
I been fuckin' karma, hopin' life don't ever get jealous
You broke me down, like I never been up
But now I see the light over my head, like the sun came up
And now I'm better, better, better
Oh I'm better, better, better
Pushing on, pushing on, pushing on, pushing on
With the weight of my demons
Daily the bread and clearing the spread and making sure every side even
Brand new whip for all my problems to see that they leavin
Tellin' the truth to this mic and myself, kept feelin' this treason
Uh, missed calls from my mama, like I love you dearly
Put your summer ceilin' daily, hopin' God forgive me
Matter of fact, not really
Somewhere, somewhere, someday, someday, get a chance to kill me
Today I smile up on my face, but healin' ain't comin
You broke me down, like I never been up
But now I see the light over my head, like the sun came up
And now I'm better, better, better
Oh I'm better, better, better
Written by: Alexander Powell, Alvonte Jiggetts, Collier Christian, Ricky Whitely, Taesean Blanding, Treylen Clay
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