Getting Better

By Tora (Rapper)

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[Intro: Rephrase, toRa, Rich T Ray]

It's Billy! Woo!

Yeah, T-O-R-A

Misa dadua!

[Chorus: Rich T Ray & toRa]

Minute after minute, hour after hour⁣

Hope my life's just getting better

I just wanna stay sane⁣, never ever be insane

Minute after minute, hour after hour⁣

Hope my life's just getting better

I just wanna stay sane⁣, never ever be insane


[Verse 1: toRa]

The year is 2020 but the vision is so blurry

Feel like Golden State when Curry is in injury

Internet is dreadful, everybody's judge and jury

Going mad to the max we're on our road to fury

We crave for catharsis, we look to be angry

Looking for someone to blame, understandably

Social distance offline, way too social online

We all try to look right we forgot how to be kind

All the people we knew being taken one by one

Rona won't care if you're Asian or blonde

You can't meet your girl, too many has gone

To Joyner in the Future you need to “Mask On”

They talk conspiracy with us as sheep and pawns

If mask means that I'm a sheep, then y'all can call me Shaun

From head to fingertips, stay clean like Sean John

Share my birthday with Tip, ain't no way I'm dead and gone

[Chorus: Rich T Ray & Rephrase]

Minute after minute, hour after hour⁣

Hope my life's just getting better

I just wanna stay sane⁣, never ever be insane

Minute after minute, hour after hour⁣

Hope my life's just getting better

I just wanna stay sane⁣, never ever be insane


[Verse 2: Rephrase]

Way before this cold flu was crashin' plans like George Bush

"Train to Busan" straight from Wuhan apocalypse on the whole news

"Asian mutants made of humans and them bats in hot soups"

That's when I finally knew that this virus came into play

Somewhat complicated 'cause in the end I'm isolated

Keepin' a meter like a taxi, nothin' makes my eyes elated

How many doctors have we wasted?

Creeds got them assassinated

Numbers escalatin', sound the trumpets; revelation

Don't gotta build a wall to distance socially

Work online, get green, wear a mask, Jim Carrey

No more suicidal thoughts, hang on a bit this year

Your wrist ain't no Travis Scott even when it's slit

Not a coffin, not a pall I bear in this grisly pandemic

So man up like you got helium balloons on the crib

Here comes better times

The future ain't buggin' me, I'ma put the past aside

'Cause we're in it to win it


[Chorus: Rich T Ray]

Minute after minute, hour after hour⁣

Hope my life's just getting better

I just wanna stay sane⁣, never ever be insane

Minute after minute, hour after hour⁣

Hope my life's just getting better

I just wanna stay sane⁣, never ever be insane


[Verse 3: Rich T Ray]

Mid March, never forget⁣

After watching Java Jazz, I was very tired⁣

Then the news came out shocking the planet⁣

"COVID-19 was Invading", that's what they've said ⁣

My mixtape, my EP, my album release⁣

All postponed because of the global decease⁣

Affected by the same virus⁣

Feeling like I’m livin' in apocalypse ⁣

People claiming this, people claiming that⁣

Don't know which truth that I should get⁣

Some ignorants claiming found the cure⁣

While their stupidity as dirty as manure ⁣

90s-2000s forever ever last⁣

Tante Vanessa, always "Save the Best for Last⁣"

Still confused how long will it last⁣

Like SARS '03, will this thing pass? ⁣


[Chorus: Rich T Ray]

Minute after minute, hour after hour⁣

Hope my life's just getting better

I just wanna stay sane⁣, never ever be insane

Yeah