“Better”
By Sweetheart
Verse 1: Sweetheart
Stop being a know it all
You all flex
Ounce of this ounce of Tex
Boot to strap
Toe to chest
Life on the edge
Like Better sex
Better sex
Better rough
Better buy it
Bet enough
Bed-y by
Time to unwind
Better place where
You can grind
Better place
Boo, you can’t find
Boy, babe, beau, man?
I can change your life
Ssh I understand
Hook
Better sex
Better rough
Better buy it
Bet enough
But it’s between
You and me
Better not tell
Anybody
Verse 2: Sweetheart
Oop- learn to lie
And learn to loot
Steal and hunt and trap and shoot
Run the gambit
Run your mouth
Run away when you run out
Hitch a tie up to this post
By the side of Drury Road
There’s a home for those that go
For broke, for all night, for a coke
Talk that talk when i just tell a joke
Talking bought your broken only hope
Talking bout your breaking mamas back
Talking bout the way you ain’t talking smack
Talking bomb ass numbers
Talk with you till dawn
Paint the town all red
Like Lil on Games song
Like on this bong, I lick the bowl
But I don’t smoke cus I’m too old
Hmm push all the nobs
Push it to the max
Turn on the spindle
Ill spend gas on that
They say purse first bag last
Well this old bag is a carpet sack
Better sex
Better rough
Better buy it
Bet enough
Bed-y by
Time to unwind
Better place
Where you can’t find
Boo, you can grind
Boy, babe, beau, man
I can change your life?
Shh I understand
Hook
Better sex
Better rough
Better buy it
Bet enough
But its between
You and me
Better not tell
Anybody
Verse 3: Sweetheart
Better sex
Better rough house
But enough
Off with my own blouse
But between you and I
Pollyanna politics became
My
My
My
My stage name
Shouldn’t share unless she get it
She can’t recover what was lost
Books and stones can break her bones
But she can’t even break her boss
Can’t cut it off
Shits going soft
Some baller went all out
And the pile was bought
Good bitches she brought
But I write them all
Buy them some pretzels at Da mall
Or what I don’t do is Roo Paul
Root for bull shit and Monroe
There wasn’t room for any more
Twelve foot sleigh bed with the drawers
Drink to the world to the world
To the world
Drink it up
Drink to better health
And better love
Better sex and better drugs
Lose it if you won’t use it up
Better sex
Better rough
Better buy it
Bet enough
Bed-y by
Time to unwind
Better place
Where you can grind
Better place
Boo, you can’t find
Boy, babe, beau, man
I can change your life
Sssh I understand
Hook
Better sex
Better rough
Better buy it
Bet enough
But it’s between
You and me
Better not tell
Anybody
Verse 4: Sweetheart
Shit shit shit shit
Means the sex was bad
I mean oh man the sex was bad
Bad the breath is what you get
Me! On one note like Johnny Jingleheimer Smith
Cus, suck and spell that
See cus I don’t think
It’s past her presence
Her pure instinct
Based on the basic way she look
Do a cover if she’d write the book
Maybe so saying no one soon
But soon be saying no one suing
Know one monsoon
Man if it all dried up: the moon
There’s room to fish bass in the sea
I sink or swim. Float logs on trees
See for an eye I’d be a boat
Takes two to row and tango, I don’t
I’m crying out and no one hears
A light for any ship that steers
The fog and steam of a pale moon night
My mom and I will probably fight
Bought better sex and better days
I’m better but my bad ass grave
A testament to a better way
Better rhymes I better say
Cus
Better sex is better J
Beater till I’m not ashamed
Till I’m a new shade beat her at her tricks
A better no a more good bet in bitch
Hook
Hook
Better sex
Better rough
Better buy it
Bet enough
But it’s between
You and me
Better not tell
Anybody
