tired of dy¡ng Lyrics

I'm off script, you copping over the counter

We could flick up right now, but I don't like cameras

Off that shit, I walking 'round with a pound of

Exotic, I'm ready to fly to Panama

How much did it hurt?

Got all your shit took, wonder how much they earned

They said what the hell you doing? High rids all concern

Rolling out a pack of fire, think my fingers burned

On my mind, it's a lot, can't get a hold of me

Pop a xan' my solution, fuck my memory

You a man but won't do shit, and I'm seventeen

You was there, shit was lucid, I was off that lean

Ain't no quitting, bitch I'm in it 'til the end

We don't play Quidditch, you a snitch, we can't be friends

I do not got no time to write, threw away my pen

I do not got no time to fight, just want your bands

I'm chiefing gas, I might mix it with some fronto

He hit the gas, hundred miles, get there pronto

I'll never pass, it gon' end up like a taco

I could always pass, I'ma live life like Geronimo

I'm getting tired of dying

I still wan' do that shit again, every single time

It's only three of us here, but the whole gang is fried

I do not talk to my peers, 'cause I know they lying

This the end of the song

This the end of the song

Take a rip of that bong

Shit for sure get me gone

I'm too icy, no cone

Bitch real feisty, it's on

Crack that dumb bitch in her jaw

Could you leave me alone

This the end of the song