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angelo mota - fed up lyrics

[chorus]
life wasn’t that simple
i’m jumping out the window
i go where the wind blow
f+ck it, i’m fed up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
tryna get my bread up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
tryna get my bread up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
f+ck it, i’m fed

[verse 1]
they must want me dead
just gimme enough so i perform my best
i ain’t had too much, the mandem on my head
i ain’t catching up, my leg got too much lead
my heart got too much dread
it’s not enough air in my bed
do i got that much air inside my head
f+ck it, i’m fed up
(f+ck it i’m fed, f+ck it i’m fed, f+ck it i’m fed)
making the bed up
word to my dead, yup
thеy ain’t even got no breath no morе, man
how could i give up
i’m back in the room, atten+hut
i’m missing the funeral, man, f+ck
you see what i do for the man, huh
f+ck it, i’m fed up
it’s bout time i tear it up
when i break the sh+t you care about, that’s when you care, huh
[chorus]
life wasn’t that simple
i’m jumping out the window
i go where the wind blow
f+ck it i’m tearing up
f+ck it i tear it up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
f+ck it, i’m fed up
f+ck it, i’m fed

[verse 2]
(i get no peace when i’m out at night)
i was tryna recoup, jumping through hoops
i was feeling cooped, might join a group
gotta focus
(i get no peace)
getting choked up in the present
sometimes pain come as a present
wasn’t ever pleasant, i was independent
(silence in the v)
hope it last forever
pull another lever, wish you had it better
then it’s gone altogether
(ain’t no lights in the streets)
(i don’t like this industry)
but the back door and the trap door had another thing coming
closed shop, got another thing to sell them
i ain’t never gonna settle
fire do what the matches tell em
it’s a full moon, so the water level
i was blowing steam, made me sing better
baby, i ain’t nothing but a kettle
i could tell you something you ain’t never knew
i could tell you something bout twenty two
i could tell you something prolly not true
and you still chew it
you could plan everything you wanna do
and you still might not get to do it
you could be truant and a millionaire
on the honor roll doing fifty years
either way, momma spilling tears out
cause it’s been a long way here, huh
[verse 3]
get the f+ck back off me
swiss cheese you, it wouldn’t make you holy
tight squeeze till you start flowing like water
way too brittle, won’t someone fight for me
i hate trauma but it make a nice story
i got hands i been tryna throw with my author
breeze blowing, walking back from the night’s horrors
i can’t fear the dark, hoe i’m light walking
couple more swings till i blow this sh+t open
imma keep swinging till i know the sh+t broken
it’s a d+mn shame that you wouldn’t wait for me
i was getting by just fine till you called me
it’s a marathon, not a race lil shorty
life keep running while i tell it walk slowly
hands on my hips and say i’m tired, i’m tired
i’m tired, i’m tired, i’m tired, i’m tired
i’m tired

[outro]
it’s not that i don’t care, it’s just; you don’t win
you know what i mean? you won’t win
you won’t win if you try and be like, too emotional
and you won’t win if you try and be too rational and too logical
in both instances, you f+cking lose, you lose both ways
it could be me that’s just like
i just maybe view the world f+cked up

- angelo mota lyrics

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