I’m a 1992 baby, yeah

Look what it made me, yeah

I’ve been making music since the basement, yeah

Never gonna stop until it’s spacesuit, yeah

Came off the midwest pavement

Now I make the west coast payments

You don’t believe what I’m saying

You can check my bank account statements

Never touched a bottle till 21, yeah

Now I can’t put the thing down

It put me in the back of a cop car, yeah

Never wanna hear my mom cry so loud

Dad told me “stop singing bout thosе pills

It’ll put you in a hospital”

Even when I saw my brother lying still

Wondеr why I even had a problem still

I know I let you down

And I continue to

But I came around

It’s for the better, yeah

I know I let you down

And I’m still failing

But I’ll come around

It’s for the better me

They said I couldn’t do it

But I’m doing it right now

Making money off of these sounds

They said go ahead pursue it

But you’re gonna go down

Now I keep ‘em blocked on my iPhone, wow

Finally took a bet on myself

Packed up and then I left town

Fake friends were wishing me well

Now I got more coin than a wishing well

Only got a few of those day ones left

They’re the ones that know me best

Never ever once did they hold their breath

When they saw me at my lowest

‘Cause they knew I’d bounce back

Sometimes the ones that save you

Aren’t the ones that try and save you

I was making deals with Satan

They were on their knees and they never stopped praying

I know I let you down

And I continue to

But I came around

It’s for the better, yeah

I know I let you down

And I’m still failing

But I’ll come around

It’s for the better me

It’s for the better me

It’s for the better me