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cd baby sync publishing - tired lyrics

i wish i fit in, sometimes i didn’t
at times i find i don’t confide in most opinions
it’s kinda hard to ride a vision when the reigns are missin’
and temper gets in to rearrange my end decision
i contemplate, my brain a prison, holding up my tray for commission
i’m the jury, the judge, the bailiff and the infliction
i sense a shivin, stab my own self for recognition
i tried to be the same but i ain’t mimic
the entertainer ain’t the same in this age no mo
yeah music is a game that’s been played before
yet, something always new, another way to go
that’s the only reason why we always chase the flow
don’t get it twisted, i don’t want no compet-tion
with a brother who say he done prolly made the most
i don’t care about a dollar, ever since i was a toddler
been a k!lla my whole life, man even jason knows
can i get a dose of serotonin in the mornin fore i go and catch a bad day?
(yuh)
if i don’t feel high by the nighttime maybe i should leave it in the ashtray
(uh)
won’t let that feeling on the inside show up on the outside
even when i lack faith
i just wish i could amend my problems with a 10, 5, 20, 100 dollar bill day

i’m so tired
i’m so tired and now i’m dyin’
i’m so tired of being tired

(heyyy)

i keep forgetting that i’m different
i sense a vision that sends incisions through compet-tion
through repet-tion i keep the lesson a constant mission
when i evolve i transform into an ardent engine
carpe diem in our perception, smith and wesson in my left hand
petzl in the other, on my mother im’a get bands
extra b-tter please, collared greens causing bedlam
feeling these humans are people and i’m not; just part the scam
the harder the plan, more solid grow my stalk in the sand
roots of a clan, no comment on it cause it’s a jam
and you’re ears are hearing music from a part of the plant
my watering can katana kamikaze the span
all across the globe i hope to cause a policy ban
i probably am the hottest thing since all of these brands
yeah they different but they all the same, possibly spam
junk files ain’t a part of the plan so let’s get it

i’m so tired
i’m so tired and now i’m dyin’
oh now i’m dyin’

(ohhhhhhhhh!)

im’a keep it real witcha
even if you don’t know where yo daddy is
remember where the f-ck you came from
don’t k!ll yourself with the same gun, being hated is a strange love
and i’m swimming in it
maybe downing with the fish that got me in submission right before i came up
or i’m dying over thirst
of requisitioning these words to fit inside the he-rs- my body won’t escape from

(vocal melody)

yeah i’m tryin’

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