Tired

I'm tired of living I'm tired of breathing
I'm tired of forcing shit (Yeah)
I'm tired of eating I'm tired of reaching
I'm trying this Percocet (Yeah)
I'm tired of living I'm tired of breathing
I'm tired of forcing shit (Yeah)
I'm tired of eating I'm tired of reaching
I'm trying this Percocet (Yeah)

Im trying this green not tryna be seen
We got artillery we got machines
She licking my wood bout to roll up
I'm with my niggas with my soldiers
Coming at us
We turn them to dust
Brush them niggas of my shoulders
The more fakes niggas
The more fake bitches
The more my shoulder get colder (It do)
I'm holding my weight tryna escape
The drugs I'm holding it closer (Closer)
I need to hustle and put on some muscle
Life gonna throw me some boulders
Im tired of living I'm tired of breathing
That's why I fill up my lungs with these drugs (Drugs)
That's why I feel like I don't give a fuck
Going through life ofcourse it gon gets rough (Rough)

I'm tired of living I'm tired of breathing
I'm tired of forcing shit (Yeah)
I'm tired of eating I'm tired of reaching
I'm trying this Percocet (Yeah)
I'm tired of living I'm tired of breathing
I'm tired of forcing shit (Yeah)
I'm tired of eating I'm tired of reaching
I'm trying this Percocet (Yeah)

Day after day they all feel the same
She giving me head I don't know her name
My jeans is religion
My forces on Caine
My outfits be different they never the same
She giving me face
I gave her a mask
I told her im incredible
I had to dash
My life is not slow
That shit always fast
We was dead broke had to boil my baths

I'm tired of living I'm tired of breathing
I'm tired of forcing shit (Yeah)
I'm tired of eating I'm tired of reaching
I'm trying this Percocet (Yeah)
I'm tired of living I'm tired of breathing
I'm tired of forcing shit (Yeah)
I'm tired of eating I'm tired of reaching
I'm trying this Percocet (Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Davis Iii
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