Tired

Tired of dealin' with shit that I don't wanna deal with I'm tired of dealin' with me Tired that I'm makin' all of this money And feelin' like one of it's comin' to me Tired of feelin' confused and not knowin' Which way that I'm supposed to be goin' in life Tired of lookin' around to see everyone else And it seems like they doin' it right Tired of runnin' a mile a minute inside of my head I'm just tryna slow down Tired of knowin' what I should be doin' But doin' the opposite, fuckin' around Tired of people just sayin' whatever about me And thinkin' I'm lettin' it slide Tired of havin' to be this new version of me Who's at peace with you pussies, go die Tired of not regulatin' my anger And sayin' some shit that I wanna take back Tired of havin' to say that I'm sorry But never be gettin' apologies back Tired of hearin' 'bout slidin' on opps And poppin' a Perc, there's gotta be more Tired of feelin' like everythin' that I've been hearin' Is worse than the music before Tired of people just blurtin' shit out on the internet Not knowin', they just assumin' Tired of people who failed at what they wanna do Tryna tell me what I should be doin' Tired of bein' at war with the man in the mirror I'm tired of beatin' him up Tired of feelin' like my only peace is When I got a model that's eatin' me up Tired of workin' and workin' and workin' It's feelin' like I always gotta be on Tired of talkin' 'bout mom with my dad And I'm tired of talkin' 'bout dad with my mom Tired of feelin' like the only shit that I Haven't done is win a Grammy and die Tired of tellin' this woman I'm done with her But she keeps tryna pop up in my life Tired of strugglin' bein' myself around people I care about, shit is annoyin' Tired of feelin' so guilty if I wanna take A sabbatical for my enjoyment Tired of feelin' like I gotta struggle Or else I'm not worthy of any success Tired of feelin' like that to the point That I give myself work, I'm addicted to stress Tired of feelin' like, what is the point When I already won? Yeah, I already did it Tired of not knowin' how to hang out with my friends If I'm not makin' music or drinkin' Tired of people who don't know a thing 'bout my come up Just lyin' and makin' shit up Tired of havin' to deal with these industry people When I know they're all fake as fuck Tired of companies runnin' monopolies Lyin' and cheatin' and riggin' the game Tired of battlin' artists who's fakin' their streams I'm so tired, I might do the same Tired of self-improvement bein' corny But self-destruction gets a round of applause Tired of people who say, "Put the guns down" But celebrate murder in all of their songs Tired of wakin' up to someone fuckin' up every day I gotta clean up a mess Tired of feelin' like I can't relax in an interview I gotta puff out my chest Tired of bein' afraid that I'm gonna lose everythin' Tired of bein' on edge Tired of takin' responsibility for people's emotions I said what I said, I'm tired There's probably more shit that I'm tired of to be honest, but I'm tired of doin' this song, so, fuck it