Thad Reid - It Gets Better lyrics

rate me

Hey look we just some hard working bomb runner independents

And where we rock shit, we remind them of hendrix

Taking all the bullshit, acting 9 to 5

So that they can recognize my dying commitment

Prolific, interfailed economy

Thinking about my choices and seeing what they gonn offer me

Playing it smart, playing my part in the game show

I’m tired of shit, feeling like rain in 94 and so

Who got fired, who’s gonna retire

Who’s gonna be married and who’s having a child

Who’s fucking the boss and who’s getting a raise

I’m feeling like pac cause I done seen some better days

Got kids I raise to be some better people

Really about you finding that balance and if it’s equal

Really if you gonn want it then you gotta go and get it

Ain’t nobody give it to you, this is how we do it

[Hook]

8:30 am on my way in, another day, another dollar, minus 50 cents

Sometimes I wanna tell my manager I fucking quit

And get up everyday whatever like a fucking bitch

It gets better yes, it gets better

So order another round homie, it gets better

It gets better yes, it gets better

That’s what I keep telling myself

It gets better

Late nights, getting up in the morning

Hitting the snooze button,

They ain’t getting up in the morning

7 am roll like the bed, get in the shower

Then brushing your teeth, brushing head

Take bout an hour, I’m going to work

Fuck it I’m going to work

Feels like I’m dying, but it don’t matter

I’m going to work

Rather be flying from the effects of the sour or purp

But it ain’t happen so I’m guessin it’s copy of work

Look at the time, I’m gonna be late again

Some people are plotting, so it’s affecting that hate again

I’m looking for change, gotta figure a way to win

It’s part of the game, so I’m guessin I’m staying in

I’m going to work, work

I’m going to work, work

I pull in the parking lot

Then I’m going to work, work

I’m clocking the hours in and starting my day

So whatever the he give it, the lord take it away, shit!

[Hook]

8:30 am on my way in, another day, another dollar, minus 50 cents

Sometimes I wanna tell my manager I fucking quit

And get up everyday whatever like a fucking bitch

It gets better yes, it gets better

So order another round homie, it gets better

It gets better yes, it gets better

That’s what I keep telling myself

It gets better.