制作
作曲和作词
Christian James Bauman
词曲作者
Lily Thompson
词曲作者
Raymond Patrick
词曲作者
歌词
I pray for better days, every day, to take me far away from here
No matter what they say, I know one day, we'll be far away from here
I pray for better days, every day, to take me far away from here
No matter what they say, I know one day, we'll be far away from here
Yeah, we got the keys to success, time to open up some doors
I'm a smooth criminal, moonwalking on marble floors
Money filled drawers, designer down to my drawers
Plus a blimp flew across and told me the world is yours
Crib Neverland, bitch came with amusement park
Who is y'all? I watch how my opps die when the music start
Paint **** on the wall like murals, it's truly art
And we ain't gotta front like we them ****, we truly are
Paid for a lawyer and cheese for the goony squad
Just in case we get a **** erased for doing wrong
Hush up the fuss, run it up in a rush
The crib is plush, the family untouched
I left you boys in the dust
A business plan, the only thing to discuss
Come from the bottom, now we finally up
It's **** dying to be us
Look at this shit, we built the dynasty, bruh
This type of shit can run anxiety up
No faking
I pray for better days, every day, to take me far away from here
No matter what they say, I know one day, we'll be far away from here
I pray for better days, every day, to take me far away from here
No matter what they say, I know one day, we'll be far away from here
My type of vision kind of different, you probably never envision
Recliners in the crib, 100-inch televisions
I be asking God to take me away, not for materials
I'm trying to elevate to a better mind state
That ain't to say I lost my hunger for that house on the hill
My mama know she getting half when I'm touching that Mill
That's a promise, and when it come to this, I'm just being honest
Too many nights bagging up and trying to graduate college
Yeah, but as I think back and reminisce, we put in work
I never thought that we could live like this
I'm trying to show them boys there's better ways to flood the wrist
Ain't trying to hear my mama crying like I told you, Chris
Yeah, cause I been on some self-awareness shit
I hope we make it off rap
Somebody hearing this
Beautiful bliss, 12 rooms in the crib
Sun beaming through the glass
Ducked off is where I live, far away
I pray for better days, every day, to take me far away from here
No matter what they say, I know one day, we'll be far away from here
I pray for better days, every day, to take me far away from here
No matter what they say, I know one day, we'll be far away from here
Written by: Christian James Bauman, Lily Thompson, Raymond Patrick
