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
never understand Confessions only burn themselves in the fire Choke on every word That no one?s ever heard Your sentimental thoughts are strangled and tired
i wouldn’t wanna be ya p-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea p-ssy ass n-gga I don’t wnat your gonorrhea [Lil Wayne] Man I’m so tired of ballin
tonight Under these city lights In the club Til someone starts a fight Then we get in the car Still don't know where you are I'm so pissed off Always hanging around I'm so tired
What is the time and when did you start or begin The tired blue eyes see places under my skin They locked this house and push us over the edge I don't
tonight. I've drained out my face too tired of being right. This is the way its still weeping such lover in this dream, this is your choice, it will choke
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