Everything Looks Better - Bass Santana

My heart paralyzed, but my dick still work

I ain’t with the dissing, I was tryna kill first

You ain’t with the, you could never

Everything look better when your pockets ain’t hurtin'

Hallelujah, holla back nigga, fuck a rap nigga

Introverted big black nigga got the pack with him

Hella doinks to the face, she a Bass bitch

Clout tokens on the way bitch, where your patience?

Let it hit (uh), let it hit (ooh), let it hit

Trapping like a, stacking like a

She ain’t used to smoke and now she laughing loud as shit

Quarter for the fifth, buddy come and get a fix

Pack came back, that exotic all gas

Jugg, ha, state troopers on the sawgrass

Riding hella dirty but I had to get the bag

If you really got it, you ain’t ever gotta brag

My heart paralyzed, but my dick work right

Everything look better when the pants too tight

How you can’t ride it but ya dance moves right

How you can’t suck it but you talking all night

My heart paralyzed, but my dick still work

I ain’t with the dissing, I was tryna kill first

You ain’t with the mission, you could never claim

Everything look better