Under the Weather lyrics

[Verse 1: 9henom]
Tryna make waves, tryna keep from going craze
Tryna count my better days, there's better ways to do this, what you say?
I'm better than this, I'm better than you
I'm better than us, I'm better than truth
I'm better than trust, I'm better than love
I'm better than f*ck, I'm better than being stuck in this middle ground man I'm giving you up
How many words can I fit in this verse?
How many bodies are inside of this hearse?
I'm cursed, you hurt me
I'm thirsty, I'll drink from your rivers
'Till I drown, I pray these waters aren't murky, that sh*t irks me
You know like when you count your chickens 'fore they hatch?
I'm fitting a lot of words in phrases, I was gone but now I'm back
My cadence is nice, my cadence is nice
This fragrance is ice, smells like sh*t, but I spray it twice
I'm not f*cking with these rhymes, try to break it down
I'm fitting, I'm killing, yo, these are obituaries in lines
Okay, read between the lines
I'm smoking on that grapevine
Tell my ex she's not a nine, man she's a dime
How my ex b*tch turn into my next b*tch, my exes is jealous
Send a picture of her titties and it’s pretty
Turn a text into a sext b*tch, tell that b*tch again she's a ten, Roman numeral X b*tch
The next b*tch is unexpected
Got me strung so bad I can’t even finish my
Sentences, the sentence is
25 to life, he missing wifey
That’s a sentimental b*tch