Tired

Tired of giving my love to undeserving men My pen tired of writing about em, I'm sick of em They do nothing for my health, nothing for my mental A rental to these niggas, something like blockbuster Don't need em no way, no how cause Ima' ball like DJ Mustard Tired of thinking I'm not pretty enough for you Go through with it with them other boys, I'm not one Can't do my homework just so you can copy and get credit and not me Tired of looking at my messages, and seeing you open them and not texting back Tired of peeping grimy shit you do Tired of not saying anything but I need to say something I need to speak up for myself, it's important to my wealth Important to my piece of mind, which I'm currently tryna find Tired of hearing about you and other niggas Tired of having to defend myself to you when I've done nothing wrong Tired of feeling like I can't talk to you Tired of feeling like I can't vent, tired of feeling like I mean nothing to you Tired of feeling like I can't call you late at night when I feel sad And I'm at tears because you do me so dirty Tired of thinking I'll learn, but will I ever learn Tired of putting gas in my car, gonna start flying soon Tired of waking up feeling dizzy, damn let me sit down Damn let me be in peace for a little while Tired of driving, it gives me peak anxiety Stay on your side of the road nigga Stay in your lane nigga