Get Along Better

Uh This might be too real, too real Hold me closer in these Trying times, supposed to be mine Baby I need some help just like anyone else Hold me closer in these Trying times, open your eyes Baby You said you felt something for me (talk to 'em) I don't know when Based on the signals you send Based on the way you apologize When you came to see me and then (then what?) You had the nerve to defend (defend what?) Mistakes that you made at the end You said I was too invested And that's what had forced you to go and pretend I swear you're crazy Someone that's close to you reached out to me just to see if we had made amends (oh) Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge But now I get along better with your friend (woo) And it's wrong, I know (know, know, know) But again (ooh, yeah) Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge I get along better with your friend (oh) And it's wrong, I know, it's wrong, I know, oh No You said you felt, you said you felt Something that's different from everyone else You had the nerve to still ask for my help Dug you out ditches, you buried yourself, ah-oh You said you fell And I took your word that night in our hotel One thing about time, surely, time's gonna tell Never had to work for much, so you said it yourself, ah-oh, oh Can't let it go, can't get this out of me This shit still bothers me Don't you dare (don't you dare) Don't say you're proud of me (don't you dare) That shit's not real to me (don't you dare) Now you wanna come crack to me (crack, crack) Three whole years after me Why did you wait 'til the end? Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge But now I get along better with your friend, friend And it don't feel wrong, but again Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge I get along better with your friend Oh, and it's wrong, I know, but again Trust me, this ain't 'bout revenge I get along better with your friend --- Get Along Better - Drake and Ty Dolla $ign