I'm tired of feeling like I'm never enough

Tired of laying in this bed and feeling restless as fuck

Tired of needing caffeine just to seem like I'm human

Tired of being in a rush to every single thing I'm doing

I'm tired of traffic, advertising, gas prices

And acting like I'm fine when there's too much on my mind

I'm tired of this job, take up too much of my time

I'm tired of all the calls, why I usually decline

I'm tired of wondering what everything means

Tired of praying to a God that I ain't never believed

Tired of worrying this rap shit won't ever succeed

I'm tired of finding out another friend is resting in peace

I'm tired of tripping cause my VISA declined

Tired of eating cheap pizza cause it's easy to find

Tired of feeling like it's never any peace in my mind

Tired of feeling like it's all friends I'm leaving behind

I'm tired of walking, my feet hurt, I'm nervous

It's different when you whip it, I see this shit in person

At what point do we get used to seeing human beings ruined by the choices we make

I see a Lambo everyday, seen a Bentley in this tunnel

Where there's needles in the street and there's glass beneath their feet

And they ain't got shit to eat, see it's seven days a week

I've been trying to set them free but pen and raps don't do a thing

Sometimes it feels like there's just nothing to say

And no matter what you do you'll still be stuck in this place

And I get worried about my friends and all the drugs that they take

I fantasize about packing up and running away

I'm getting tired of writing songs about shit I'm tired of

I keep trying but that's always why I'm winding up

High as fuck, around five in the morning

In the stairs by the alley, ready writing this song