TIRED

Yo whats up, nice to make your acquaintance Wasted youth, so I can't be complacent Mind of a mad doc lacking patients Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Try my best to f*ck up relations Only Find myself in situations Enough self-deprecation Let me give it up for my motivation One of a kind so nothings suitable Snap when I rap till I crack my cuticles All the nights, spent in the studio Make a beat, record, make it the usual Paint pictures make something beautiful Filling scripts, no pharmaceuticals Life's a movie, wish it was mutable Seeing stars in my room, I'm Thomas Delusional Tired of Dying, I'm tired of trying Tired of losing to people who're lying Upping the ante, still I ain't buying Prolonged flows, can't get with the timing Wake up I blink and it's eight Seat-belt off, I'm betting on faith Staying up late, past mistakes I'll worry about problems after I wake Can't ride off just potential Yeah Musics been fundamentals What? The sane can't even track my pencil Oh I spit clean they plague while they dental Been rapping like prison cypher's Minds locked in, my bars like Rikkers Up hill battle, I'm a hiker Up in smoke, think you pocketed my lighter They really don't know about this shit I put time in the craft They just bait and switch I'm Nardwar with the rap deets Raise the bar like track meets Stash beats Another black sleep with some cracked feet Own worst critic, I can't disappoint Argue myself, got some good points I'm making my moves, refuse to exploit Unwanted attention, they hogging the joint Tired of Dying, I'm tired of trying Tired of losing to people who're lying Upping the ante, still I ain't buying Prolonged flows, can't get with the timing Wake up I blink and it's eight Seat-belt off, I'm betting on faith Staying up late, past mistakes I'll worry about problems after I wake I make a track Go on the attack Double back like it's nothing Burn a blunt to ash while they talk trash Critic the act cause they're bluffing Allow the growth, don't f*ck faders Saying there goats but really there satyrs Turn to max like I'm fighting with Katar Sleep now, worry about it all later Tired of Dying, I'm tired of trying Tired of losing to people who're lying Upping the ante, still I ain't buying Prolonged flows, can't get with the timing Wake up I blink and it's eight Seat-belt off, I'm betting on faith Staying up late, past mistakes I'll worry about problems after I wake Staying up late, past mistakes I'll worry about problems after I wake