Tired ft. Nikmoody Lyrics

Ah, fuck

I'm tired of this shit

Tired of doing this shit again, man

Fuck

Oh no no, oh I'm sorry sorry

If I offend you, but the truth hurts

Oh I'm sorry sorry, if I offend you

Oh I'm sorry sorry, but the truth hurts

Ha

I'm tired, of all the same

I'm tired, yeah of all the fakes

I'm tired, of all the lames

Yeah I'm tired, of all the games

I'm tired of myself not making a change

When I keep playing the blame game

And my fucking boss harassing me all day

Just so I can make a minimum wage

To survive and only wait for the end of the day

Tired of motherfuckers not looking out

When they say they feel your pain

I'm tired of motherfuckers using sarcasm

When the truth hits their face

And they sprinkle some on their jokes

To cure their pain

And you sit there smiling like it's okay

Avoiding the drama

Draining my energy for this lame

Tired of throwing my feels on the IG

All tweeting the bullshit out my brain on my mind

So I can let what's inside, outside

Oh no no

Oh I'm sorry sorry

If I offend you, but the true hurts

Oh I'm sorry sorry, if I offend you

Oh I'm sorry sorry, but the truth hurts

Ha

I'm tired, of all the sames

I'm tired, yeah of all the fakes

I'm tired, of all the lames

Yeah I'm tired, of all the game

This all the truth I put on these hidden' lines

Just so you can say you got this but never hear a reply

Out of my singles, you fuckin' lied

While looking dead in my eyes

I'm tired of subbing with subs like how I'm doing right now

Cause others are throwing the subs around

Tired of being tired

So if I sound like I'm complaining

It's cause the darkness inside

If you feel some type of way

Good good good that's what I felt inside

It's moody

I rub my eyes and tuck the tie

Cause otherwise I wouldn't add the money to fund the life of a wunderkind

If you were wondering they make fun of him like another guy that's undersized

Trying to post I'm trae young at the five

So that's a nickel and dime

They be fickle at times

Trying to make you sick of the grind

Try to cripple your mind

This is not a wrinkle in time or a Michelin tire

I don't have the time to spare

Pop the trunk on a slime

Nahh I'm lying

I don't have a gun I have a pen

Open your mind

Working everyday to get a win

You know I'm tired

My palms are getting sweaty

Keep your head cause it's a climb

I don't gotta tell you why

Oh no no

I'm sorry sorry

If I offend you

But the truth hurts

Oh I'm sorry sorry

If I offend you

Oh I'm sorry sorry

But the truth hurts

Tired of all the same

Tired of all the fakes

Tired of all the lames

I'm tired of all the games

Let me just get my ass back to work man

Just gotta keep working

Fuck it