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lirik lagu tired boy – concept collective

[intro]

[verse 1]
yeah, hey
this sh-t is crazy, man, i don’t know how to deal
i should probably learn to cope but i would rather pop a pill
’cause that would make the pain go away
right now, right now
baby screaming at me, tell me “put that f-cking pipe down”
pick it up, walk up out the door or cause the slide back
ran out for my money, boy, now where he finna hide that?
count ain’t that big, ain’t too many f-cking spots
he can pulse the night like “sh-t, this n-gga prolly just forgot”
i been in the county half a year, sh-t, and i ain’t goin back
seen my momma cry too many times, i finna show her that
i can really change, but i wanna see these brains
of this sorry motherf-cker, all that practice at the range
finna do me good when i catch that n-gga but i can’t
so i sent a couple young ‘uns to his momma’s, man i stand
i know this ain’t in my character, for sho’ not a debate
i got a heart up in my chest, but sh-t, i really learned to hate
should somebody take advantage of me? what does that say
if i let that n-gga slide and i just look the other way?
it’s okay, but it’s not, they would probably call the cops
if i pull up, get a dump, and i’ll be right back in the box
f-ck a ah, what, i’m yellin’, sh-t, i’m already a felon
pull up on that, man, i know that boy will prolly get to tellin’
i don’t even need that money, man, i’m straight and that’s a fact
and i don’t need that karma comin’ back to bite me in the -ss
so guess what?

[chorus]
if you know me
i be one deep trappin’ by my lonely
gettin’ money, p-ssy, n-gga come and show me
and my plug he got some work he finna throw me, finna throw me
if you need me
i be one deep posted by this tv
gettin’ money with my n-ggas, man it’s easy
went away now everybody yelling “free me”, yelling “free me”

[verse 2]
they yellin’ “free me”
i just wanna see my n-ggas all on tv
i been smoking dank, n-gga can you see me?
can you see me smoking trees
i’m smoking backies and i don’t even f-ck with the leaves
whoa, fell like it’s autumn
ay, and when he ringin’, she never call him
and she called me back on some other sh-t, talkin’ sh-t
i don’t even give a f-ck ’cause you just a little stupid b-tch
but, yeah, back in the old days
yeah, i remember we would fly away
yeah, smoke that wood to my face
yeah, then i live to see another day
bo, oh baby, i miss you too
yeah, i love you, i love you too
yeah, but you know how the f-ck we do
we fight one day and then the next they knew i’m back to you

[verse 3]
and i was free
then everybody wanted to go and see the king
they called my phone, saying “where the f-ckin’ product at?”
i’m just tryna get rid of all this powder packed
so i can come up on some rocks and then get you that bag
pasadena, smokin’ reefer, i bought you that jacket, baby, that you asked for
back when i was stackin’, you and i, we had the floss
we done walked into that prada and we screamed “f-ck, what it cost?”
told you i would never lie to you, i always kept my promise
but i swear another side of you will always be dishonest
but f-ck it, i’m gonna get to this money b-tch, i’ma work
ridin’ round with that powder, packin’ a pound of the perc
n-gga thought that it was swee when he ran out the plug perk
now we gonna call his young ‘uns just to put a f-cking stain on his shirt
that n-gga said that he ride with a choppa but he wellin
and even if he had it he had to shoot in a second
yeah, yeah

- concept collective

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