Tired!

I'm feeling low again
Ain't shit I owe to them
They don't wanna let it go
They don't wanna let it go

If you asked me in one word what I am, I'll say
Tired, I'm so tired
If you asked me in one word what I am, I'll say
Tired, I'm so fuckin tired

Wake up, running to the money betta lace up
Doughboy money, gotta cake up
Before you leave the house pick ya face up
Like makeup, I'm faking this shit
How much more can I take of this shit?
Been a few wars, and I did a few tours
And I hollered at God "what cha make of this shit?"
Had enough of it, I was trying my best, I was thugging it
But oh lo and behold, I am stuck with it
Been as low as it goes on some dungeon shit
On this side of my house, I'm the man now
On this side of my set, aint no handouts
On this side of my mind, it's all my fault
Just a sign that I could not just stand out
I've written a tome, assortment of songs
A boat with no shore, just stringing along
I'm feeling alone, a home made of walls
Why pick up a phone when nobody calls?
I've written a tome, assortment of songs
A boat with no shore, just stringing along
I'm feeling alone, a home made of walls
Why pick up a phone when nobody calls?

If you asked me in one word what I am, I'll say
Tired, I'm so tired
If you asked me in one word what I am, I'll say
Tired, I'm so fuckin tired
If you asked me in one word what I am, I'll say
Tired, I'm so tired
If you asked me in one word what I am, I'll say
Tired, I'm so fuckin tired

I'm feeling low again