Tired

Tired of dealin' with shit 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 none of this 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 and see everyone else and it seems that 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, thinkin' I'm lettin' it slide
Tired of havin' to be this new version of me, was at peace, when you pussy gon' die?

Tired of not regulatin' my anger, 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' the Perkys, it's gotta be more
Tired of feelin' like everything that I've been hearin' is worse than the music before

Tired of people blurrin' shit out on the internet not knowin', they jsut 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 keep tryna pop up in my life

Tired of strugglin' bein' myself around people I care, that 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 all fake as fuck

Tired of companies runnin' Monopoly's, lyin' and cheatin' and riggin' the game
Tired of battlin' artists who fakin' their streams, I'm so tired, I might do the same
Tired of self improvin' bein' corny but self destruction gets a round of applause
Tired of people who say: Put the guns down, but celebrate murder in all 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 got a puff on my chest
Tired of bein' afraid that I'm gonna lose everything, tired of bein' on edge
Tired of takin' responsibility for people's emotions, I said what I said, I'm tired

Psss
It's not the emotions that I'm tired of to be honest but
I'm tired of doin' this song so, fuck it