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ian kelly – better lyrics

[intro]
learned in a day until these lights fade, you gon’ be the one
to make me better‚ better‚ better‚ better, better, baby
you gon’ make better‚ better, better, better‚ better
if i knew then what i know now
oh, oh

[verse 1]
think i’m losing you, i think i lost you
law of attraction has me hoping there’s a part two
and let’s be honest like women who finally called it quits
inside our arguments where every single word gets flipped
i ain’t sh-t, but i’m sorry, i know i left a stain
i ain’t right, you been drownin’ inside this candy rain
used to call me a king, so the dream don’t have a dream
knowing d-mn well that you really were the role for me
every ounce of flowetry, all you gotta do is say yes
and no to the bullsh-t and we can’t get rest
i been hurt and insecure, i’m pretty sure it’s a problem
issa to elisa rae, baby, you a diamond
if i start to an island
done objectifying, flying with linda diamond
steady climbing the climate, obvious you the sun
obvious prime objective is still make you the one
walking out the door, i’m just taking it how it comes
if you walk out my life, goodbye is on my tongue
if i only did this right, we would never be done

[chorus]
you make me better (better), i could’ve did better (better)
you make me better (better), but i could’ve did better (better)
you make me better (better), i could’ve did better (better)
you make me better (better), but i could’ve did better (better)

[interlude]
oh, oh

[verse 2]
huh, i think i’ve gone missing like i’m alan parrish
i keep skipping all these lessons, chilling next to ferris
where my wheels wind up, man, ain’t no telling
all my fears in a deck, i keep dealing with ’em
frontin’ for the ‘gram at my gram’s house
gotta make the song hot, gotta bring the bags out, of course
i’ma tell you f-ck b-tches, get money, it’s all a game
either this or gin rummy, huh, it’s all pain
i can’t hide and seek from it, we plummet
when we stop being real with self, mentally stuck in h-ll
you can’t tell? sh-t, i’m tryna buy some pretty wings from maxwell
hopefully the tax don’t break backs from the farewell
mind spinning like a carousel
phone ringing like a wedding bell
(hey bruh, i just saw so-and-so go by taco bell
the one on 35th, i thought that was your), clique
i’m still tryna process this sh-t
sand to a hand, man, it’s hard to catch a grip
even without a dollar, most of this should make sense

[chorus]
you make me better (better), but i could’ve did better (better)
you make me better (better), but i could’ve did better (better)
you make me better (better), but i could’ve did better (better)
you make me better (better), but i could’ve did (better)

- ian kelly lyrics

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