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purpose - tired lyrics

[intro: prime]
uh, yo

[verse 1: prime & purpose]
i’m tired of hearin’ garbage verses in lame songs
and believe i’m tired of readin’ fliers that spell purpose’s name wrong
tired of everybody workin’ with akon
and seein’ dope artists starve while they put the worst o’ the game on
all the while havin’ to work for a day job just to work for a day
[?] get reimbursed and then laid off
tired o’ dudes braggin’ on fights, i ain’t seen you win one
i ain’t seen you lose one, i ain’t seen you in won
i’m tired o’ sayin’ i just made it my bidness
i’m real tired o’ realisin’ i gotta pay for my tickets, feel me?
tired of havin’ to play my position to stay in the system
be ridiculous off the dome and people say that i’m written
i’m tired of wantin’ more paper for christmas
and i’m tired o’ sayin’ the name of my clique is the pagen elypsis
tired o’ hearin’ hip+hop is dead when i came in to listen (uh)
and you know d+mn well that it’s in a stable (yeah) condition, i’m tired

[verse 2: purpose]
i’m tired of puttin’ all this work in for nothin’, for nothin’
and everybody know i’m workin’ on somethin’
because the talent that i got is certainly somethin’
but there’s no point havin’ an album if no one heard that it’s comin’
i’m tired of battle rappers (yeah) who reckon their the town’s pride
knowin’ that that sh+t don’t get respected in the south side (c’mon, man)
they’ll say my name, (huh) sweatin’, with their mouth dry
you ask me, they’re forgettin’ who they sound like (yeah)
one trick ponies, they just don’t know me
and who am i? purpose, the one and only
i’ve sunken so deep, it’s a rap for now (why?)
there’s no backin’ out, (why?) no backin’ down
still, i’m tired o’ these new critics criticisin’ my new lyrics
then when i can find ‘em, it’s sudden, they got their crew wid ‘em
talkin’ ‘bout my scene like i ain’t in tune with it
then wanna turn ‘round and do business, the f+ck were you thinkin’?
[post+chorus]
c’mon, man, get it together
you know what i mean?

[verse 3: prime]
seventy+five percent o’ these guys are gettin’ me tired
prolly the type to blow up quick and sever their ties
and they take on biggie persona like they ready to die
but they really livin’ like hova, they intend to retire
boy, i’m tired o’ joinin’ lines in the bank like i have cash
tired o’ people thinkin’ that they actually abstract
either gangsters that pack gats or w+nkers with backpacks
i’m tryna do it my way like frank in the rat pack
i’m tired o’ dudes sayin’ their down for me, they ain’t lookin’ out for me
i’m like mlk on the balcony
i’m tired of people flagrantly doubtin’ me
i’m tired o’ bein’ too boxed in to ever break any boundaries
i’m tired o’ thinkin’ that i have to settle for less
and hopin’ i’ll get run over, cash a settlement cheque
ay, yo, i don’t wanna think that more prime’ll equal less tom
but i’m tired o’ bein’ slept on, the irony is dead wrong (yeah)

[verse 4: purpose]
i’m tired of wonderin’, what the f+ck am i chasin’?
i’ll play on par, but it makes it hard to justify patience
especially when you can’t balance out your love and your hatred
then all a sudden you made it, mo’f+cker, you famous
see? i’m tired o’ not havin’ a dollar to my name
tired o’ fightin’ with people knowin’ our problems are the same
tired o’ bein’ so godd+mn conscious to the pain
so all that i can hope to do now is profit from my name (uh)
and why these cats braggin’ about the people they work with? (huh?)
playin’ each other half finished piece o’ their verses
like that’s gonna land you in the mist for media circus
and you got the nerve to think you competin’ with purpose (c’mon, man)
but they’re still up all night thinkin’ too much
it’s like when i give ‘em my all, sometimes it just isn’t enough
and just when i thought things were finally pickin’ up
my rewards didn’t come, f+ck this sh+t, i’m done, that’s it, man
[outro: anthony hamilton (sampled) & purpose]
yeah
why?
oh, why?
oh
why?
why?
[?]

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