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letra de better - whitney peyton

[intro]

[hook: carolyn] (x2)

see the flashes your mind plays back, made a choice that you can’t take back
so when you close your eyes and take your last breath, tell me: is it really better, is it really better?

[verse 1]

newborn, left alone by the dumpster
16; now nobody wants her
where’s her father, where’s her mother?
pissed off again, an orphanage
these kids are left to wonder:
“do you love me? why’d you leave me?
if you couldn’t raise a baby, why the fuck did you conceive me?!”

she lays her head back, daydreaming
a couple minutes later, she receives a call from cece
cece says, “i got a couple grams. if you got a couple dollars, you should hit the spot and meet me.”
now she’s diggin’ in the pocket of her jeans, living like an addict in the mindset of a teen
she rushes down the street, hops in a black car
coughing up her money for a bag of black tar
it’s a shame she never noticed that she stuck it in her arm
that the tonic meant to help her was the one doin’ the harm
and now she’s gone, d-mn

[hook] (x2)

[verse 2]

meet tammy; she’s a rebel, never listened
her father wants her to excel and be a good christian
all she wants is money, always worried about her image in material things, putting feelings at a distance

another pretty girl caught up in the quicksand, down to sell her body every time she meets a rich man
it might be a lack of self-respect, but it’s easy to forget when they make out the check
it’s like, every night she sticks out her neck for a watt gold bracelet and a necklace set
now she’s gettin’ in her car, drivin’ to the hotel, about to make another stack if it all goes well
it’s a client that she’s met up with a lot, but when she arrived everything just went a rye
they got into a fight, he whipped out a gun and shot her, when she took her last breath, all she thought of was her father

*breath*

[hook] (x2)

[verse 3]

seven in the morning, john is out the front door
jacket full of cash, yet he always wants more
with a heart full of sorrow and a face full of greed, running from his problems; chasing only green
when he’s home, it’s like he faces his whole life
he’s never known love; he don’t like his own wife
that’s why he’s havin’ sex on the side, always searchin’ for a purpose in the depths of the night; it ain’t right
it ain’t a way to live; immersed in his work, another business trip
so he, packs his bags and he kisses his kids
little do they know he went to meet his trick, it’s an addiction
but tonight it’s different, when the feelings start to surface and ignite the friction
he produces a gun and doesn’t think of his family, shoots her and himself
her name was tammy

[hook] (x2)

- whitney peyton

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