Life keeps bringing down the vibe for me
No matter how happy I get life won't get high with me
So baby tell me now does it get better?
Or should I go and write God another letter?

Callin everybody out
Or should I call all of em in?
I'm tryna win
Life just keep bringing me sins
Making me sink when I swim
I made amends
Forgiven everyone who wronged me
So why isn't anything right?
God, you told me to go fight
So when do I get to see light?
I don't mean florescent that's too bright
Work in the dark in my 9 to 5
People say hi
I wave goodbye
I don't got time for disguise and lies
I keep it movin
I keep it groovin
Writing this music
Make it amusin
While they all losin
Hittin that snoozin
Stayin confused
But

Life keeps bringing down the vibe for me
No matter how happy I get life won't get high with me
So baby tell me now does it get better?
Or should I go and write God another letter?

Dear God
Celina again
This time on paper and pen
I'm tryna recognize all of the lessons you givin
It's hard when all of them my friends
I'm tryna keep it 100
I'll even up it to 110
I think that's a better percent
Amen

Life keeps bringing down the vibe for me
No matter how happy I get life won't get high with me
So baby tell me now does it get better?
Or should I go and write God another letter?

Life keeps bringing down the vibe for me
No matter how happy I get life won't get high with me
So baby tell me now does it get better?
Or should I go and write God another letter?

Writin writin
Is ignitin nitin
All this fightin fightin in me
Gotta let loose let loose
All these echos echos
That I keep deep inside of me
Music is my diary
So I don't got no privacy
Paid my dues in therapy
But I'd rather confide in me
Sometimes things get messy
And the cards I'm dealt get harder
Don't know what I would've done without you Marla

Life keeps bringing down the vibe for me
No matter how happy I get life won't get high with me
So baby tell me now does it get better?
Or should I go and write God another letter?

These are my letters to God
Those are your letters to Santa
You askin for gifts
I'm askin for chances
Pray up like Wahlberg
Pray up like mantis
This the beginning
Of my empty canvas

Life keeps bringing down the vibe for me
No matter how happy I get life won't get high with me
So baby tell me now does it get better?
Or should I go and write God another letter?

Life keeps bringing down the vibe for me
No matter how happy I get life won't get high with me
So baby tell me now does it get better?
Or should I go and write God another letter?