Better, better, better on my own Stay set up, fed up, got this red dot on my dome Stick my head up Heads up, venture out on my own Famine, crammed inside my home And I'm so abandoned but I'm so let in And I'm so famished but I'm so fed Didn't understand it when I thought back I was sitting by the camp 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 screaming R.I.P. Jess Trying to prepare for when life go bad But I'll still manage and that's a fact Outside of the bando with a gas mask I can't handle the eye 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 it won't go back I'm on the run Used to scrape up resin and put it back in my lungs Now if I feel like mixing strains I pick a bag up for fun I'm on the run It's really no stress though i just Act like my baggage is just luggage Poured em out on ice they a stain now Keep it posted on door saying stay out I just feel like the whole thing's played out But boy, was it nice to meet the raincloud Better, better, better on my own Stay set up, fed up, got this red dot on my dome Stick my head up Heads up, venture out on my own Famine, crammed inside my home