A$AP Rocky - Better Things lyrics

Don't give a fuck about your man
I'm just seeing what it's hitting for
(bitch I'm sayin')
How you fronting on the kid though?
You should fuck with me girl
You know what you need, girl
See I got used to livin' life up on my own
Yeah in search of love and for a
Wife to call my own, yeah
It's all I think about at
Nights when I'm alone, yeah
Swear that I can't get no rest in California

Swear that life is
Just a whole bunch of vices
Niggas biting off of my shit, my dick
Stay up in your chick ride
Stick without a license
Tell her hold on like some vice grips
Might just call her
Let her ride with a baller
Look up on her face was priceless
Wonder what my type is, well
Tonight Mrs lightskin
With a light mix or a light switch
White chick
Darkskin complexion and she righteous
I take a dyke chick if she like dick
I kissed the dyke chick and I liked it
Fucking each and every Katy Perry
For the night bitch, light this

Light it, light it, puff it
Puff it, pass it, pass it
(Moving on to better things, I'm sure)
Bless, sit back and relax one time
Clear your mind
(Can't feed this addiction anymore)
'Bout to send me back to my old ways
Know what I'm saying?
(Moving on to better things, I'm sure)
Yeah, I'm just, she making mistakes
(Can't feed this addiction anymore)

I've been puffing, rolling up
Cop a lot and pourin' up
Plus my niggas know the plug
A generation's thrown on drugs

I swear that bitch Rita Ora got a big mouth
Next time I see her might curse the bitch out
Kicked the bitch out once
Cause she bitched out, spit my kids out
Jizzed up all in her mouth
And made the bitch bounce
Ride with a nigga mane, and you know
I stay fly like the jigga mane
And it figures
Cause here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man, anyways
Nowadays everybody's stressed, yes
Animosity is better off your chest, yes
Guess everybody want to stay blessed
Stay fresh
Take a nigga threats, but I'm up next
Take debts

Light it, light it, puff it
Puff it, pass it, pass it
(Moving on to better things)
Inhale, exhale, relieve your mind of stress
Bless smoke some one time for your boy A$AP
(Can't feed this addiction anymore)

I've been puffing, rolling up
Cop a lot and pourin' up
Plus my niggas know the plug
A generation's thrown on drugs