Tired

Young kid just tryin' to do the right thing Swinging for the fence not worried 'bout strike three Ain't always what it seems Won't always will be clean Don't always know to think 'Cuz it glitter ain't gold So I was told Then I learned it for myself take my lessons on the road Maybe go back home I don't know anymore F*ck it I take a joint and I stuff it They hate the boy but I still love him Can't debate man I'm really somethin' Can't complain if I saw it comin' Anyways, need more lotion for my ashy skin More meetups with my family kin More feet up on the ottoman More breezes and tropical wind More reasons gotta get my wins More sleepin' in 'cuz man I'm just tired Man I'm just tired Man I'm just