{Intro/Hook} Better, better, better on my own Says set up {?}, fed up, got this writing on my dome Stick my head up Heads up, venture on my own Famine, crammed inside my home {Verse 1} I’m so abandoned but I’m still letting it {?} I’m so famished but I’m so fed Didn’t understand it when I thought back Sitting by the can 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 screamin’ R.I.P. Jess {Verse 2} Trying to prepare for when life go bad But I still manage and that’s a fact I sat on thе banner {?} with a gas mask I can’t handle the еye 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 I won’t go back I’m on the run Used to scrape by, present Put it back in my lungs Now if I feel like mention {?} strains I pick up a bag for fun I’m on the run There’s really no chance to adjust Act like my baggage is the reach {?} Where am I, so nice {?} to stay now Keep it posted on door saying stay out I just feel like the whole thing’s played out Boy, was it nice to meet {?} the raincloud {Outro} Better, better, better on my own Says set up {?}, fed up, got this writing on my dome Stick my head up Heads up, venture on my own Famine, crammed inside my home