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Cross The Better Things

I've got to think about bitter things - think about better things Time don't care too much about the pace Just falls on the world stays on your face Better things, well think about better things

wild-n-out before Nick When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about How many times you fly to my house? Still trying to count Better

out crosses, keep it Christian, We consistent, the streets commend it, Weezy F. Baby, the F is for forensics, From start to finish, Usain Wayne, OK ya doin' your thing

But it won't be long, yeah, yeah If all things get better, yeah, yeah And I may be wrong, yeah, yeah 'Cause I'll never get to even cross the line Before

dance floor reckless, check it Said he like my necklace, started relaxin' now That's what the fuck I call a chain reaction See, money ain't a thing

vendin' machine Kept it in your wallet So she was sixteen In the back pocket of ya cross color jeans And then had the nerve to use it on me You better

them were searchin' for lost souls That driver never ever saw the stop sign And 18 wheelers can't stop on a dime There are three wooden crosses on

Damien Marley Ayo, I'm living better, second letter with a set of wings Butter leather, hoody sweater and some better bling Black beretta, these niggas better not have said a thing

where you can drive through the middle of a tree We've seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches But there's still one thing we gotta see Well, we crossed