[Intro] Alarm ringin' Same dream, same feelin' Got sick of the ceiling Now I’m fiendin' for the healin' (yeah) [Verse 1] Used to chase that quick hit Cheap talk, same clique, same conflict Scrollin' through a screen like a slot machine Prayin' for a jackpot that never picked me Now I crave that clean pain Gym floor, sore core, steady gain Readin' in the back of the late night train Highlight lines that rewire my brain (uh) Turn doubt to a discipline Turn fear to a little win Every "can't" get a middle finger, then I spin back, write goals like medicine [Chorus] I’m addicted to better, I need that rush One more rep when my arms give up One more page when the eyes burn shut I’m addicted to betterin' myself, I can’t get enough I’m addicted to better, I need that high Fall one time, then I still climb Every little step rewires my mind I’m addicted to betterin' myself, I’m chained to the grind (yeah) [Verse 2] Cravin' that quiet when I self-check Journal on the desk with the pen bent Write down flaws like a confession Then flip each line to a lesson, that's pressure I get a buzz from the small things Clean room, clear head, that's calming Meal prep, mint tea in the morning Glow so bright, even doubt looks charming (hey) Old me hit snooze, new me hit start Turn my scars into charts for the next part I don't run from the mirror in the dark I stare back, watch a legend take heart [Chorus] I’m addicted to better, I need that rush One more rep when my arms give up One more page when the eyes burn shut I’m addicted to betterin' myself, I can’t get enough I’m addicted to better, I need that high Fall one time, then I still climb Every little step rewires my mind I’m addicted to betterin' myself, I’m chained to the grind (ooh) [Bridge] Some chase thrills that fade by dawn I chase that calm when the work is done I chase that pride when the fears get spun Into fuel in my chest like a risin' sun [Chorus] I’m addicted to better, I need that rush One more rep when my arms give up One more page when the eyes burn shut I’m addicted to betterin' myself, I can’t get enough I’m addicted to better, I need that high Fall one time, then I still climb Every little step rewires my mind I’m addicted to betterin' myself, I’m chained to the grind (yeah)

rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap with crisp drums and deep, swung bass. Female vocals, confident and nimble, weaving tight internal rhymes. Hook explodes with layered gang vocals and subtle chant-style ad-libs; verses ride a stripped groove with occasional piano stabs and distant vocal chops. Final chorus lifts with extra harmonies and a slightly brighter synth pad for an anthemic close., hip hop

Addicted To Better