4 Morant (Better Luck Next Time)
by Com Truise
Summary
"4 Morant (Better Luck Next Time)" is a mix of self-reflection and regret. The song dives into feelings of insecurity, past mistakes, and a desire for better days ahead.
Full Analysis
The overall theme of the song revolves around the struggles of personal growth and the weight of past choices. The artist shares a raw look at their thoughts, feelings, and experiences, mixing moments of longing and frustration. There's a sense of wanting to move forward but being held back by memories and regrets. The phrase "better luck next time" hints at hope, but it’s also laced with a bit of resignation.
Verse 1
The beach is a good place to pick up
Girls because you can
Really see what you're getting
Most beaches are- of chicks
And they’re-and they're-and
They're-and they’re-and they're
They're-and they're-and they're
hm, mm, mm
I've been moving in backward directions
During astral projections
I plaster my ass on the wall for attention
I need faster connections
Past is regret, I'd flash from the gemses
If I didn't care what my friends did
Friends that pretend
Wanna end when you get bit
Get slick, get quick, wanna spend shit
Ends with a sniff or a huff or injection
I can’t handle rejection, stand my reflection
Damn, no one gets it
Should I be kind and remind that I’m weak?
So I fall more behind every week
I'm the ’shine once guys take a peek
I cry from my eyes to my feet
Stairs to the streets, to the gutters
To the sea when I mutter in my sleep
I say, "Mother never weep"
My brother finds blood
I say, "Shut up 'fore she sees"
Another motherfucking treat
Won-wonder will she weep
Won-wonder where she be
thunder on my teeth
Spittin' natural disasters
God told me, "Cat
Don't mess with the past tense"
You’re testing the masters
So guess what the fact is
My ex is a bachelor
Next, gonna get big checks from the sets
Next, from the dancers next, from the models
This Hennessy is cursed
Someone hexed all the bottles
Someone hexed all the bottles
In this verse, the artist starts with a light-hearted observation about meeting people at the beach, but it quickly shifts to deeper, darker thoughts. They express feelings of insecurity and regret, highlighting how past actions haunt them. The mention of "friends that pretend" shows a struggle with trust and authenticity. There’s a sense of feeling lost, moving backward instead of forward. The vivid imagery, like "cry from my eyes to my feet," captures the weight of emotional pain and a longing for understanding. The line about the mother and brother adds a personal touch, suggesting family dynamics and the burden of hidden struggles.
Chorus
I swear on my life, I always try
But in my eyes, I can fly sigh
Better luck next time
Be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time (Better luck next time)
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
The chorus captures a feeling of both hope and resignation. The phrase "better luck next time" feels like a mantra, a way to cope with failures and setbacks. The repetition emphasizes a cycle of trying and not always succeeding. While there’s a hint of optimism in wanting a better outcome, it also reflects a sense of weariness. The artist seems to accept that things might not change immediately, but there’s still a glimmer of hope for the future.
Verse 2
I've been moving in backward directions
During astral projections
I plaster my ass on the wall for attention
I need faster connections
Past is regret, I'd flash from the gemses
If I didn't care what my friends did
Friends that pretend
Wanna end when you get bit
Get slick, get quick, wanna spend shit
Ends with a sniff or a huff or injection
I can’t handle rejection, stand my reflection
Damn, no one gets it
Should I be kind and remind that I’m weak?
So I fall more behind every week
I'm the ’shine once guys take a peek
I cry from my eyes to my feet
Stairs to the streets, to the gutters
To the sea when I mutter in my sleep
I say, "Mother never weep"
My brother finds blood
I say, "Shut up 'fore she sees"
Another motherfucking treat
Won-wonder will she weep
Won-wonder where she be
thunder on my teeth
Spittin' natural disasters
God told me, "Cat
Don't mess with the past tense"
You’re testing the masters
So guess what the fact is
My ex is a bachelor
Next, gonna get big checks from the sets
Next, from the dancers next, from the models
This Hennessy is cursed
Someone hexed all the bottles
Someone hexed all the bottles
This verse builds on the themes of the first, digging deeper into feelings of anxiety and regret. The artist reflects on how they feel stuck, using "backward directions" to describe their mental state. The line about needing "faster connections" hints at a desire for meaningful relationships but feeling unable to achieve that. The mention of rejection and reflection shows a struggle with self-image and acceptance. The recurring family references add depth, showcasing how personal history shapes current emotions. There's a vivid sense of chaos and turmoil, especially with phrases like "spittin' natural disasters," which suggests everything feels out of control.
Chorus
I swear on my life, I always try
But in my eyes, I can fly sigh
Better luck next time
Be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time (Better luck next time)
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
The chorus repeats here, reinforcing the idea of trying and struggling against life's challenges. It serves as a reminder that despite setbacks, there’s still a desire to keep moving forward. The repetition almost feels comforting, like a mantra that encourages perseverance, even if the outcome isn’t guaranteed. It captures that dual sense of hope and fatigue perfectly.
Bridge
God told me, "Cat
Don't mess with the past tense"
You’re testing the masters
So guess what the fact is
My ex is a bachelor
Next, gonna get big checks from the sets
Next, from the dancers next, from the models
This Hennessy is cursed
Someone hexed all the bottles
Someone hexed all the bottles
In the bridge, there’s a shift to a more confrontational tone. The artist feels warned about dwelling on the past, which suggests an inner conflict. The mention of an ex moving on while they struggle adds to the feeling of inadequacy. The line about the "cursed" Hennessy and the hexed bottles symbolizes lost opportunities and the feeling of being trapped in a cycle of bad luck. It’s a powerful moment that underscores just how much past decisions weigh on them, and the expectations they feel from themselves and others.
Outro
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time (Better luck next time)
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
The outro circles back to the chorus, emphasizing the theme of hope amidst struggle. The repetition here feels like a resolution, even if it’s tinged with uncertainty. It suggests that while the journey is tough, there’s still a commitment to keep trying. The artist leaves us with a sense that they’ll keep pushing forward, despite the challenges.
Closing Thoughts
Overall, "4 Morant (Better Luck Next Time)" is a deep dive into personal struggles. The mix of light and dark imagery creates a relatable story about trying to navigate life's ups and downs. The catchy chorus contrasts with the heavy themes, making it memorable while also thought-provoking. It's a reminder that even in our toughest moments, there's always hope for a better tomorrow.
Full Lyrics
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Girls because you can
Really see what you're getting
Most beaches are- of chicks
And they’re-and they're-and
They're-and they’re-and they're-and
They're-and they're-and they're
hm, mm, mm
I've been moving in backward directions
During astral projections
I plaster my ass on the wall for attention
I need faster connections
Past is regret, I'd flash from the gemses
If I didn't care what my friends did
Friends that pretend
Wanna end when you get bit
Get slick, get quick, wanna spend shit
Ends with a sniff or a huff or injection
I can’t handle rejection, stand my reflection
Damn, no one gets it
Should I be kind and remind that I’m weak?
So I fall more behind every week
I'm the ’shine once guys take a peek
I cry from my eyes to my feet
Stairs to the streets, to the gutters
To the sea when I mutter in my sleep
I say, "Mother never weep"
My brother finds blood
I say, "Shut up 'fore she sees"
Another motherfucking treat
Won-wonder will she weep
Won-wonder where she be
thunder on my teeth
Spittin' natural disasters
God told me, "Cat
Don't mess with the past tense"
You’re testing the masters
So guess what the fact is
My ex is a bachelor
Next, gonna get big checks from the sets
Next, from the dancers next, from the models
This Hennessy is cursed
Someone hexed all the bottles
Someone hexed all the bottles
I swear on my life, I always try
But in my eyes, I can fly sigh
Better luck next time
Be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time (Better luck next time)
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time
Be-be-be-be-better luck next time
Better luck next time be-be-be-be-be-be-be