I Wanted Better For Me Too

I wanted better for me too
For me too
For me too

A man I don’t really know
Told me he didn’t love his girl
After some drinks, felt my face was honest enough to fill the role
Of his priest
Who receives the brunt of his unburdening
But he's comfortable, he says
"10 Hail Mary's, go to bed"
God bless
That’s our time for today
Next week, same time same place?
Been overworked and underpaid
Therapy sessions are part of the trade
Tavern is my temple
Body feels neglect
Feel the switch
Lights ain't on
Empty house
Where no one lives
It just burnt down
I feel that in my skin
I just moved out
My little brother was close to getting trapped in
They put it out
The neighbor didn’t make it
Newspapers on the space heater
Died from smoke inhalation
And down at the local station
Announced no further statement
She was found but burnt so badly
Can't confirm her identification

Graham made it out, bet
Glad that my friend ain't dead
Said that the windows had blown out from all of the pressure
The holes in the wall where the fire had crept in
Kevin had sent me the pictures
Kitchen's a mess
Life gets this real, it's not something I rep
Won’t talk about half the shit in my head
Something i keep bottled up in my neck
Tight and it feels like my throats closing in
Carbon monoxide inside of her chest
Wonder if she ever knew
If she ever woke up
I hope that she slept
Real G’s move in silence
So do the dead
Oh, dearly departed
You got me fearing who’s next, yeah

Fearing who's next
Oh, dearly departed
You got me fearing who’s next, yeah

Looking at me weird, right?
Looking at me like I didn’t hear, rIght?
Looking at me like I ain't here, well
I guess that's fair
Peyote in the land of payola
My pockets inside out
And nobody knows ya
Pay to play or get the fuck out, well
Gracias
We got that gratis
That’s really gracious of you
I'm waiting on the government garnish my gloom
Garnish my gwop, cherry on top
The icing right?
My gripe with life
Is heightening
Flying kites
Sounds more appealing, like
One phone call will get you a bag that’ll have expressing all those feelings
Look, money make a man go weird
Money make a man disappear
Money make the man, for some
But if you don't give em enough they’ll leave your mans right there
They’ll leave your mans right there
Well
Guess I didn't know
Well I guess that I did
But I didn't think it'd be something I'd see
Electric off and the food in the fridge go bad
That life was was out of reach
Never really thought that they wanted me
Til I got to Orlando honestly
Fans by the handful talked to me
That ticket they copped
They copped for me
Walk to the beach to clear my mind
Same one I've been to a million times
Only tend to go when something wrong's, I had a broken heart or someone died

Walk to the beach to clear my mind
Same one I've been to a million times
Been every day since my bulldog died

I wanted better for me too
For me too
For me too