Out The Red

Tired of the games
On the floor my heart remains
Tired of the games
I don't think you'll ever change

I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn
I hope you understand
It's time to be the man

Done fucking with you cause you play games
I've been playing too long ain't that a shame?
Eat up what I left, all the remains
I know you coming back when I get paid

Listening to my heart telling me come on
The only way Imma forget and move on
Revving it up revving it up
Had enough I'm gone
Finally I think I'm right and you are wrong

This is my exit out so you see me packing
Pursuing someone that will never have me slacking
Til then I'm abiding laws of attraction
Got a grip of myself no better traction

Why?
Why?
I gotta question me
Laying down the options that will never get the best of me
I
I
Struggled mentally
Setting better goals so I don't face no fucking penalty

Tired of the games
On the floor my heart remains
Tired of the games
I don't think you'll ever change

I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn
I hope you understand
It's time to be the man

This ain't no freestyle in the back seat
Mobbing my own whip you drive a taxi
Paying my dues also while I pay my tax fee
I don't gotta try I still get that ass free

On that stealth mode when I'm out here moving
Style like the 70s I am out here grooving
Hard work pays off it is proven
Hundred on my grind I got tired of losing

Ready when they say lights camera action
While you front I'm getting paid from the back end
Fuck dope clear mind I get it cracking
Always fly but never jet lagging

Eyes
Eyes
They don't see me though
They gon hear me with that sonic in the videos
Highs
Highs
Had to feel the lows
Now I feel adrenaline I'm gonna go and kill the show

Tired of the games
On the floor my heart remains
Tired of the games
I don't think you'll ever change

I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn
I hope you understand
It's time to be the man



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Nieto
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