my thoughts in need of answers for where we are submerged into diluted efforts can't manage to pull out i've told myself i'm not tired so far a devotion
In the club 'til someone starts a fight And we get in the car Still don't know where you are So pissed off, always hangin' around And I'm so tired,
on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin', spin a wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tire-rod Quit hollerin
the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips and break jaws, 'cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker don't choke up When you're
might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit
I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea Man, I'm so tired
life At the club Till someone starts a fight Then we get in the car They don't know where you are I'm so pissed off Always hanging around I'm so tired
I'm tired of this shit I'm tired of these silly ass games I can't even look at you no more And I don't think you'll ever understand Until you get a dose
up Don't pull the craks in your mind apart When everything breaks down... so tired Don't give up, so choked by analysis When feed on bitterness?... so tired
I'm so sick and tired of all these things That drag me down and I've got no where to go They say that life is in these hands You give everything and you
Nigga keep it real show me your game I'm sure gonna claim what the fuck is mine My nigga I'll take it grab a player hater by the neck Choke him out
'm tired of missin' meals So I paid the man a visit, ?What's the goddamn deal?? What's up? It's good to see you dog I thought you might've choked up
time I thought that I could finally be relaxed Tired of being po' yeah, trying to leave the rats Walk out to see three of your tires that be on flat And that one tire
more My friends, we've seen it all Triumphs to drunken falls And our bones are broken still But our hearts are joined until Time slips its tired hand Into our tired
patronise ya But trying to write down why I like ya It doesn't make it any better To just steal kind words off Phil Spector And I know all these tired
gonna patronize ya But trying to write down why I like ya It doesn't make it any better To just steal kind words off Phil Spector And I know all these tired
