Tired
I'm not too good at swimming
I hope I never make it 'cross the pond
Cause life over the water
Ain't guaranteed to be as long
Cause I've got far more than one drop
And that's enough alone
To think that if I got stopped
That I might never make it home
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Of hearing more bad news
But this is how we got the blues
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Of hearing more excuses
It's not the same for us as you
I'm not too good at swimming
But I do a better job than bronze
You think it's creeping from the woodwork
But we know
That it's been here all along
Cause we don't wanna celebrate the slavers
And people say we've gone too far
Make accusations of erasing history but
Barely teach a day of ours
And school had me feeling so lucky
That things aren't as bad
As they used to be
But my mother educated me
And my grandmother warned me
In stories of how she was spat on
At just nineteen
It's not as long ago as it seems
So I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Of hearing more bad news
But this is how we got the blues
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Of hearing more excuses
It's not the same for us as you
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I hope I never make it 'cross the pond
Cause life over the water
Ain't guaranteed to be as long
Cause I've got far more than one drop
And that's enough alone
To think that if I got stopped
That I might never make it home
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Of hearing more bad news
But this is how we got the blues
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Of hearing more excuses
It's not the same for us as you
I'm not too good at swimming
But I do a better job than bronze
You think it's creeping from the woodwork
But we know
That it's been here all along
Cause we don't wanna celebrate the slavers
And people say we've gone too far
Make accusations of erasing history but
Barely teach a day of ours
And school had me feeling so lucky
That things aren't as bad
As they used to be
But my mother educated me
And my grandmother warned me
In stories of how she was spat on
At just nineteen
It's not as long ago as it seems
So I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Of hearing more bad news
But this is how we got the blues
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
Of hearing more excuses
It's not the same for us as you
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
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Writer(s): James Fletcher
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