Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
I'm blown away, Kurt Cobaining on the range, Brain matter lined in gunpowder
Tryna blow the brains out
Walking out my tomb with double cups in my Hands
Double barrel blunt smoking
Like I'm high on demand
Supplying the rants
I'm writing with some ink on My hands
This alleyway walking train slayer's
Stalking this land
I'm in and out of limbo
Leaking through these cuts In my wrists
My blunts burning in my temple
Like I'm part of the mist
I'm riding by with my soul stoned
Down to the bone
With crimson wounds that never heal
Cause I won't leave them alone
Reciting verses from the Bible
Tryna find me a light
While this abyss inside my chest
Is hollowed out for the night
Without my soul I'm just a vision
The shadow in The ditches
Got you creeping out the kitchen
With a couple hundred stitches
And an Alibi to live aside
It's Kings County till I die
I'm from the ridge where The crows don't fly
The wrongs and the rights
Will feed my appetite for the night
I need some weed with a little drink
To keep me high in the night
I'm riding bikes and writing kites
To get some Through to you f*ckas
I guess I'm just a little better
Than you wannabe f*ckas and now im
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
Son One - Better Place Lyrics
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Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
I'm blown away, Kurt Cobaining on the range, Brain matter lined in gunpowder
Tryna blow the brains out
Walking out my tomb with double cups in my Hands
Double barrel blunt smoking
Like I'm high on demand
Supplying the rants
I'm writing with some ink on My hands
This alleyway walking train slayer's
Stalking this land
I'm in and out of limbo
Leaking through these cuts In my wrists
My blunts burning in my temple
Like I'm part of the mist
I'm riding by with my soul stoned
Down to the bone
With crimson wounds that never heal
Cause I won't leave them alone
Reciting verses from the Bible
Tryna find me a light
While this abyss inside my chest
Is hollowed out for the night
Without my soul I'm just a vision
The shadow in The ditches
Got you creeping out the kitchen
With a couple hundred stitches
And an Alibi to live aside
It's Kings County till I die
I'm from the ridge where The crows don't fly
The wrongs and the rights
Will feed my appetite for the night
I need some weed with a little drink
To keep me high in the night
I'm riding bikes and writing kites
To get some Through to you f*ckas
I guess I'm just a little better
Than you wannabe f*ckas and now im
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
I'm blown away, Kurt Cobaining on the range, Brain matter lined in gunpowder
Tryna blow the brains out
Walking out my tomb with double cups in my Hands
Double barrel blunt smoking
Like I'm high on demand
Supplying the rants
I'm writing with some ink on My hands
This alleyway walking train slayer's
Stalking this land
I'm in and out of limbo
Leaking through these cuts In my wrists
My blunts burning in my temple
Like I'm part of the mist
I'm riding by with my soul stoned
Down to the bone
With crimson wounds that never heal
Cause I won't leave them alone
Reciting verses from the Bible
Tryna find me a light
While this abyss inside my chest
Is hollowed out for the night
Without my soul I'm just a vision
The shadow in The ditches
Got you creeping out the kitchen
With a couple hundred stitches
And an Alibi to live aside
It's Kings County till I die
I'm from the ridge where The crows don't fly
The wrongs and the rights
Will feed my appetite for the night
I need some weed with a little drink
To keep me high in the night
I'm riding bikes and writing kites
To get some Through to you f*ckas
I guess I'm just a little better
Than you wannabe f*ckas and now im
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
Filling up body bags
I'm in a better place blowing gas
I'm getting back in the race
Thinking bout Dying
I'm blowing the brakes out
I'm in a Wraith
ODST on my chestplate
Aye okay I'm unfazed
Tell your God I'm on the way aye okay
Writer: Jackson McLeer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid