Tired

Tired of dealin' with shit that I don't wanna deal with
I'm tired of dealin' with me
Tired that I'm makin' all of this money
And feelin' like one of it's comin' to me
Tired of feelin' confused and not knowin'
Which way that I'm supposed to be goin' in life
Tired of lookin' around to see everyone else
And it seems like they doin' it right

Tired of runnin' a mile a minute inside of my head
I'm just tryna slow down
Tired of knowin' what I should be doin'
But doin' the opposite, fuckin' around
Tired of people just sayin' whatever about me
And thinkin' I'm lettin' it slide
Tired of havin' to be this new version of me
Who's at peace with you pussies, go die

Tired of not regulatin' my anger
And sayin' some shit that I wanna take back
Tired of havin' to say that I'm sorry
But never be gettin' apologies back
Tired of hearin' 'bout slidin' on opps
And poppin' a Perc, there's gotta be more
Tired of feelin' like everythin' that I've been hearin'
Is worse than the music before

Tired of people just blurtin' shit out on the internet
Not knowin', they just assumin'
Tired of people who failed at what they wanna do
Tryna tell me what I should be doin'
Tired of bein' at war with the man in the mirror
I'm tired of beatin' him up
Tired of feelin' like my only peace is
When I got a model that's eatin' me up

Tired of workin' and workin' and workin'
It's feelin' like I always gotta be on
Tired of talkin' 'bout mom with my dad
And I'm tired of talkin' 'bout dad with my mom
Tired of feelin' like the only shit that I
Haven't done is win a Grammy and die
Tired of tellin' this woman I'm done with her
But she keeps tryna pop up in my life

Tired of strugglin' bein' myself around people
I care about, shit is annoyin'
Tired of feelin' so guilty if I wanna take
A sabbatical for my enjoyment
Tired of feelin' like I gotta struggle
Or else I'm not worthy of any success
Tired of feelin' like that to the point
That I give myself work, I'm addicted to stress

Tired of feelin' like, what is the point
When I already won? Yeah, I already did it
Tired of not knowin' how to hang out with my friends
If I'm not makin' music or drinkin'
Tired of people who don't know a thing 'bout my come up
Just lyin' and makin' shit up
Tired of havin' to deal with these industry people
When I know they're all fake as fuck

Tired of companies runnin' monopolies
Lyin' and cheatin' and riggin' the game
Tired of battlin' artists who's fakin' their streams
I'm so tired, I might do the same
Tired of self-improvement bein' corny
But self-destruction gets a round of applause
Tired of people who say, "Put the guns down"
But celebrate murder in all of their songs

Tired of wakin' up to someone fuckin' up every day
I gotta clean up a mess
Tired of feelin' like I can't relax in an interview
I gotta puff out my chest
Tired of bein' afraid that I'm gonna lose everythin'
Tired of bein' on edge
Tired of takin' responsibility for people's emotions
I said what I said, I'm tired

There's probably more shit that I'm tired of to be honest, but
I'm tired of doin' this song, so, fuck it