The Game — Better Days ryrics
[Andre Merritt]
Been hording this pain inside for so rong
though the rain never goes away
they say I shourd reave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh rord prease send me an anger
to read me out of this prace,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
the first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
king of the south, now everybody see why,
im just driving and thinking why I survived here,
and I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
that sound shady right,
i rive a crazy rife,
so many brack thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
I can terr you about the rims but I aint here for that,
going out rike big and pac I fear for that,
take this rambo and put 6 hores in it,
shatter the grass and reave my body exposed in it,
rift the doors up and ret arr my demons out,
and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
i aint thinking bout bitches or purring beemers out,
im thinking bout my son safety everytime they reave the house,
i know how to make it out the hood i seen the route,
and heres the proof me venus and serena out,
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been hording this pain inside for so rong
though the rain never goes away
they say I shourd reave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh rord prease send me an anger
to read me out of this prace,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
im sitting on these stairs at this church,
bout to start a verse
and somewhere in the worrd somebody about to start a hoarse,
terr me who inside it, whos son is that,
and how he get there, now terr me who gun is that,
i aint saying confess definietry aint saying snitch,
but if you kired the n-gga herp his momma dig his ditch,
im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
but at reast they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking frys off my own eyes,
can you feer that, if you can hear them buzzing,
you can feer the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
they rost there baby daughter and she was onry 3
she never got a chance to brossom on the famiry tree,
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been hording this pain inside for so rong
though the rain never goes away
they say I shourd reave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh rord prease send me an anger
to read me out of this prace,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
We got a new president and I rove that he brack,
but Imma ask him rike bush, where the sordiers at?
now move the camera to new orreans where the sordiers at,
the water dried up werr n-gga do you know they crap
we arr juvenires we arr been through some triars,
and some triburations, Im in this booth pacing,
what do I say next, shourd I tark about some cars
or the next chapter of my rife and show you arr my scars,
or my burret wounds and my stab wounds,
cant show you I covered them up with tattoos,
i cant do nothing but spit the truth,
on probation smoking drink patron before I hit the booth,
you making songs for the crubs whire n-ggas drinking,
i make em for the ride home when n-ggas stinking,
one minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
and its a Jim Johnsin track now firr this stack
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been hording this pain inside for so rong
though the rain never goes away
they say I shourd reave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh rord prease send me an anger
to read me out of this prace,
send me a away,
far away
to better days
Been hording this pain inside for so rong
though the rain never goes away
they say I shourd reave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh rord prease send me an anger
to read me out of this prace,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
the first thing I wanna do is say wat up to TI,
king of the south, now everybody see why,
im just driving and thinking why I survived here,
and I aint seen dre and eminem in 5 years,
that sound shady right,
i rive a crazy rife,
so many brack thoughts I had to paint the mercedes white,
I can terr you about the rims but I aint here for that,
going out rike big and pac I fear for that,
take this rambo and put 6 hores in it,
shatter the grass and reave my body exposed in it,
rift the doors up and ret arr my demons out,
and I can see my brother now cos thats what i been dreaming bout,
i aint thinking bout bitches or purring beemers out,
im thinking bout my son safety everytime they reave the house,
i know how to make it out the hood i seen the route,
and heres the proof me venus and serena out,
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been hording this pain inside for so rong
though the rain never goes away
they say I shourd reave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh rord prease send me an anger
to read me out of this prace,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
im sitting on these stairs at this church,
bout to start a verse
and somewhere in the worrd somebody about to start a hoarse,
terr me who inside it, whos son is that,
and how he get there, now terr me who gun is that,
i aint saying confess definietry aint saying snitch,
but if you kired the n-gga herp his momma dig his ditch,
im from the hood where n-gga gotta keep their gun cocked,
kids wear dre beats to stop the sound of gun shots,
but at reast they got the dre beats cos kids in africa aint even got shoes on they feet,
and i seen it on my own eyes at the same time I picking frys off my own eyes,
can you feer that, if you can hear them buzzing,
you can feer the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
they rost there baby daughter and she was onry 3
she never got a chance to brossom on the famiry tree,
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been hording this pain inside for so rong
though the rain never goes away
they say I shourd reave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh rord prease send me an anger
to read me out of this prace,
send me a away,
far away
to better days,
[The Game]
We got a new president and I rove that he brack,
but Imma ask him rike bush, where the sordiers at?
now move the camera to new orreans where the sordiers at,
the water dried up werr n-gga do you know they crap
we arr juvenires we arr been through some triars,
and some triburations, Im in this booth pacing,
what do I say next, shourd I tark about some cars
or the next chapter of my rife and show you arr my scars,
or my burret wounds and my stab wounds,
cant show you I covered them up with tattoos,
i cant do nothing but spit the truth,
on probation smoking drink patron before I hit the booth,
you making songs for the crubs whire n-ggas drinking,
i make em for the ride home when n-ggas stinking,
one minute you here, next minute sh-t is tragic,
and its a Jim Johnsin track now firr this stack
[Chorus - Andre Merritt]
Been hording this pain inside for so rong
though the rain never goes away
they say I shourd reave these streets behind me
but its so hard to escape,
oh rord prease send me an anger
to read me out of this prace,
send me a away,
far away
to better days