Lyrics: Travie - For Better Or Worse

Lyrics For Travie's "For Better Or Worse" Song From Charlie Row Campo's "Stop Studio Gangsters" Album.



Verse 1:
Pack My Bags And Bounce
Man I'm Leaving This House
My Bitch Rather See Me In The Hood
Getting All Smoked Out
Or Either Dead Or In Prison
That's The Life That I'm Living
It's The Choices That We Make
When They Unforgiving
But Don't Trip Baby Girl
I Respect How You Feel
Even Though You's A Bitch
And You Ain't Keeping It Real
To Blind To See
That You Were Everything To Me
And Your Hurting My Son
Cuz He Don't Want Me To Leave
Sadness Meets
Madness Creeps
I Feel Nothing But Pain
Lord Why'd You Let Her Leave?
And Take My Son Away?
I Gotta Cope With This Stress
Man My Life Is A Mess
Puffing On This Fuckin Skante
Is As Good As It Gets
I'm Sitting Next To The Devil
As He Plots On My Life
I Look Him Dead At His Eyes
He Tells Nothing But Lies
I'm A True Motherfucker Man
My Word Is Like Gold
Can Someone Tell Me
What The Fuck Is Wrong With This Hoe?

Chorus:
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Better

Verse 2:
A Week's Already Passed
And Ain't Nothing Getting Better
I Find My Self In The Hood
Bang That 23rd Letter (W13)
I'm All Oily & Dirty
I've Been Up For A Week
Call The Homie Chino G.
And Asked Him "What Do You Think?"
He Replayed
"I Won't Lie,
You Need To Stop Getting High
Get Yourself Together Homie
Before You End Up Doing Time."
I Meet Em At The Studio
Kicked Some Verses That Night
But The Very Next Day
I Was Back On That Pipe
That's The Only Fuckin Way
I Hide My Feelings Inside
It's Either That
Rob A Bank Or Commit Suicide
But Chale Homeboy
I Ain't Even Tryin To Do All That
I Rather Put A Fuckin Slug
In My Enemies Back
But The Fact Is
That I'm All Fucked Up
And I'll Just Let It All Go
When Times Get Ruff
I Need A Little Bit Of Strength
More Pisto To Drink
I Guess It's Time To Blow
Off My Fuckin Ass Of The Planet

Chorus:
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Better

Verse 3:
I Finally Slept
I Woke Up
Guess What Happened Next?
Reality Fuckin Hit Me
Like I Got Chin Checked
All The Alcohol & Drugs
Took The Pain Away
But Now That I'm Sober
Everything Still The Same
And Probably Even More Worse
It Feels Like My Life's Cursed
I'm The Type Of Vato
That Puts My Family First
I've Done What I Did
And Did What I've Done
But When It Comes To My Little Ones
Man They Number One
See The Situation I'm In
I'm Destined To Win
I Hate To See Myself
Doing Life In The Pen
Even Though That Thought Flows
Like I Cloud Over My Head
As Long As I Ain't Busted
I'm Gonna Keep My Kids Fed
That Bitch Well Understand
That I Was A Real Man
Now I'm Fuckin Gone
Sinking In Quick Sand
I'm Gonna Tuck My Tears In
Grab A Hold Of My Balls
I'm At The Edge Of The Cliff
It's Gonna Be A Long Fall

Chorus:
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Worse
It's Gonna Get Better
It's Gonna Get Better