Представляем точный текст композиции "Better Me" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Joe Budden . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Better Me» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Joe Budden передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Joe Budden - "Better Me"
Lyrics to Better Me : [Amalgam Download Bonus Track] [Intro: Joe Budden] I hear what niggas sayin. Niggas gonna talk to me like... Like when I come on the plane an shit, Louies on. When I sit out in front of the muhfuckin plane wit the daily news wit my legs crossed an shit. Wanna act like I aint earn my seat, when Im watchin muhfuckas walk to the back an shit, when its Coach. You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga. [Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look here, Look, look... I get a ghetto gospel Only right considerin the ghetto was my hostile. Memory is gone, but Im recallin all through highschool Even at my lowest, I was sittin on my highstool; Thats what bein high do. If I couldnt do shit, was always able ta toke They tol me that a nigga die fore I was able ta vote. Prolly cause me an my constituents An all the shit we did The MRI couldnt tell you what the issue is. Wit my treason came a cause that I believed in Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason' At times I had ta take doe Nigga did whatever for a peso Bein from the hoodll be my scapegoat. A can it be, cause I wasnt born into a canopy Maybe I was prone to fallin in love wit vanity Tell me shitchu reap is the shitchu sow Tell God Im better than the shit I show I gotta grow, cmon. [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Whoa... Now look... Now niggas say I floss too much So... has he changed' Cause I dont think that thousand-dollar T cost too much. All they should say is that he strong Came out the fire unscathed, ye, I carried on Lu Vuitton carry on. [''] wit my blessings at a delay Now ta lace my chick in [''] is sorta clich'. Plane aint gonn ever land, less its in the Netherlands Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit the leather band. Ask for a better hand I tried collidin wit my problems, ye, I never ran Thatll make me less a man. I aint go from not havin it ta bein arrogant I dreamt, went grabbin it, jus bein passionate. Some niggas get complaints an why... Dudes is newborn birds, jus afraid ta fly. If youre foots on the breaks, cant ride. Me, I spread my wings, inhale an embrace that high! [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3] Look, look, look... Part of me was gruesome I aint changed, I grew some An if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come. Dudes that smoked trees wit me Dudes that used ta be wit me They say I switched up on em an did a three-sixty. Cause I dont burn it down But to me its commonsense - You wann see the otherside, gott turn aroun. Show em your game face - I tell em we was on the same track, but wasnt runnin that same race. Weighin in the same space, but I aint gonn change pace Some wont let me slowdown, I cant explain fate. So dont say I went from broke ta booshie Im far from highend I jus know what suits me, muhfucka. [Hook] (Thanks to ThoroBred for these lyrics) [ Better Me Lyrics ]
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