Looking back in the mirror in the backseat of my car
The place feels as empty as the hole inside my heart
And the wheels keep spinning time goes by so fast
There's no point in looking back I'm always in the past
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Tired of all the lies I did 15 in that cage
Thank the lord that I survived I'm tired of being broke
Tired of this rollercoaster ride
The ups and downs twists and turns the constant thoughts
Suicide what's a man to do
Down on his last family to feed
Them triggers squeeze glocks blast
Now opposition bleed know what I need
That Hennessy and weed just to numb the pain like Novocaine
Trying to quiet off the voices in my brain
Sitting in my cell trying to figure it out
Addicted to the streets steady trying to find a way out
But they like crabs in a bucket they keep pulling me down
And like my son I'm a king so y'all can hand me my crown
And watch as I emerge from the crack dust and gun smoke
From a city where chickens a cluck (f@#!)
But you getting poked and I ain't talking spades
When I say these niggas is cutthroat
And keep your head on a swivel a perc'll get you back door'd
Looking back in the mirror in the backseat of my car
The place feels as empty as the hole inside my heart
And the wheels keep spinning time goes by so fast
There's no point in looking back I'm always in the past
Say y'all done made it through the darkest nights
Then seen nights I didn't think I'd make it through this life
Been ridiculed and crucified I feel like Jesus Christ
Hey God forgive me for this wicked way I'm living life
Cause I know I ain't lived it right
Was going in with bags of white
The fiends call me Nickelodeon with the nix at night
And since you know what my city like
Don't ask me why I'm clutching pipes
Where shorties think it's funny to leave your brains on Apair of Nikes
Ain't no 101's no such thing as a fair fight
Have ya fitted cocked the wrong way
And they'll end your life my mama stayed struggling
Granny was on that crack pipe
Pops wasn't around so don't ask me what that life like
Years in that damn box you don't know what that strife like
And they want me to dumb it down they see I got my lights bright
But I'm drawn to these streets like
Moths to a flame right
Still younguns they be acting up till they get hit wit act right
These younguns they be acting up til they get hit with act right
These younguns they be
Forgive me for this wicked way I'm living life
Cause Lord knows that I ain't lived it right
Forgive me for that wicked way I live my life
Cause Lord knows I ain't lived it right
King
A.R. KYNG! - Sik-N-Tired Lyrics
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Looking back in the mirror in the backseat of my car
The place feels as empty as the hole inside my heart
And the wheels keep spinning time goes by so fast
There's no point in looking back I'm always in the past
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Tired of all the lies I did 15 in that cage
Thank the lord that I survived I'm tired of being broke
Tired of this rollercoaster ride
The ups and downs twists and turns the constant thoughts
Suicide what's a man to do
Down on his last family to feed
Them triggers squeeze glocks blast
Now opposition bleed know what I need
That Hennessy and weed just to numb the pain like Novocaine
Trying to quiet off the voices in my brain
Sitting in my cell trying to figure it out
Addicted to the streets steady trying to find a way out
But they like crabs in a bucket they keep pulling me down
And like my son I'm a king so y'all can hand me my crown
And watch as I emerge from the crack dust and gun smoke
From a city where chickens a cluck (f@#!)
But you getting poked and I ain't talking spades
When I say these niggas is cutthroat
And keep your head on a swivel a perc'll get you back door'd
Looking back in the mirror in the backseat of my car
The place feels as empty as the hole inside my heart
And the wheels keep spinning time goes by so fast
There's no point in looking back I'm always in the past
Say y'all done made it through the darkest nights
Then seen nights I didn't think I'd make it through this life
Been ridiculed and crucified I feel like Jesus Christ
Hey God forgive me for this wicked way I'm living life
Cause I know I ain't lived it right
Was going in with bags of white
The fiends call me Nickelodeon with the nix at night
And since you know what my city like
Don't ask me why I'm clutching pipes
Where shorties think it's funny to leave your brains on Apair of Nikes
Ain't no 101's no such thing as a fair fight
Have ya fitted cocked the wrong way
And they'll end your life my mama stayed struggling
Granny was on that crack pipe
Pops wasn't around so don't ask me what that life like
Years in that damn box you don't know what that strife like
And they want me to dumb it down they see I got my lights bright
But I'm drawn to these streets like
Moths to a flame right
Still younguns they be acting up till they get hit wit act right
These younguns they be acting up til they get hit with act right
These younguns they be
Forgive me for this wicked way I'm living life
Cause Lord knows that I ain't lived it right
Forgive me for that wicked way I live my life
Cause Lord knows I ain't lived it right
King
The place feels as empty as the hole inside my heart
And the wheels keep spinning time goes by so fast
There's no point in looking back I'm always in the past
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Tired of all the lies I did 15 in that cage
Thank the lord that I survived I'm tired of being broke
Tired of this rollercoaster ride
The ups and downs twists and turns the constant thoughts
Suicide what's a man to do
Down on his last family to feed
Them triggers squeeze glocks blast
Now opposition bleed know what I need
That Hennessy and weed just to numb the pain like Novocaine
Trying to quiet off the voices in my brain
Sitting in my cell trying to figure it out
Addicted to the streets steady trying to find a way out
But they like crabs in a bucket they keep pulling me down
And like my son I'm a king so y'all can hand me my crown
And watch as I emerge from the crack dust and gun smoke
From a city where chickens a cluck (f@#!)
But you getting poked and I ain't talking spades
When I say these niggas is cutthroat
And keep your head on a swivel a perc'll get you back door'd
Looking back in the mirror in the backseat of my car
The place feels as empty as the hole inside my heart
And the wheels keep spinning time goes by so fast
There's no point in looking back I'm always in the past
Say y'all done made it through the darkest nights
Then seen nights I didn't think I'd make it through this life
Been ridiculed and crucified I feel like Jesus Christ
Hey God forgive me for this wicked way I'm living life
Cause I know I ain't lived it right
Was going in with bags of white
The fiends call me Nickelodeon with the nix at night
And since you know what my city like
Don't ask me why I'm clutching pipes
Where shorties think it's funny to leave your brains on Apair of Nikes
Ain't no 101's no such thing as a fair fight
Have ya fitted cocked the wrong way
And they'll end your life my mama stayed struggling
Granny was on that crack pipe
Pops wasn't around so don't ask me what that life like
Years in that damn box you don't know what that strife like
And they want me to dumb it down they see I got my lights bright
But I'm drawn to these streets like
Moths to a flame right
Still younguns they be acting up till they get hit wit act right
These younguns they be acting up til they get hit with act right
These younguns they be
Forgive me for this wicked way I'm living life
Cause Lord knows that I ain't lived it right
Forgive me for that wicked way I live my life
Cause Lord knows I ain't lived it right
King
Writer: Kyng-Amarr’J Dunn, Jamarr Dunn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid