Tired (feat. #babykae)
Dys Davinci
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Tech high, I don't know bout green B.B. belt hold up my beam Tempur-Pedic needed, RoxyContin put me straight to sleep Told bro I don't care bout cheese Bullets blow through air, bout breeze Damn near met the reaper on some bitches who don't care bout me It ain't fair at all, it never was Only be sparing 'em all when I get a buzz Yeah, I don't be scary at all, I'm sending 'em up That love ain't repair me at all, it was what it was I'ma pull up on his block and hit his ass with the .223 I been tryna do a little better but these demons keep talking to me Going through dimensions, getting high, take a trip with me That bitch really lost my thought of mind, I'm still the same old me I'ma pull up in big bodies when I'm wrecking with my beam I'ma pull up with your shawty, she gon f*ck me and my team Yeah, I know you mad, but you really cannot compete Doing the race in a Trackhawk, f*ck that SRT Walk 'em down with the .223s Hundred rounds, we gon let it bleed Liquid red, that's all you see Yeah, my lungs is blue, we not the same Why you tryna act so different 'round these bitches, like what the f*ck? Pussy nigga finna catch bullets, the way he keep acting tough We had to hit him with that left, right, left, right, left, right, uppercut Go get your get back, need to get back, get back, get back, get back up Tech high, I don't know bout green B.B. belt hold up my beam Tempur-Pedic needed, RoxyContin put me straight to sleep Told bro I don't care bout cheese Bullets blow through air, bout breeze Damn near met the reaper on some bitches who don't care bout me It ain't fair at all, it never was Only be sparing 'em all when I get a buzz Yeah, I don't be scary at all, I'm sending 'em up That love ain't repair me at all, it was what it was I been satisfied with nothing, I need everything in my pocket Brand new checks in, I just f*ck it off, broke everything in my wallet I just went and bought the booth to keep the skeletons in my closet The hell I lived is my profit, I turned my pain to my options I keep my family close, 'cause niggas, they aim to kill My Beretta close, don't need a consultant, I gotta play with steel I'm seeing the blind leading I'm chiefing, my eyes bleeding Got three of them dimes reeking, tryna move on that's why I'm speeding Only Perkies ten's, 50s in the rubber band Go up, my only plans This life my only chance, it's dead, won't make amends That shit just had to end These hoes get left for dead, like it was me Tech high, I don't know bout green B.B. belt hold up my beam Tempur-Pedic needed, RoxyContin put me straight to sleep Told bro I don't care bout cheese Bullets blow through air, bout breeze Damn near met the reaper on some bitches who don't care bout me It ain't fair at all, it never was Only be sparing 'em all when I get a buzz Yeah, I don't be scary at all, I'm sending 'em up That love ain't repair me at all, it was what it was
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Written by: Joel Ruiz, Karlens Murat, Warrick Dawsey
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