Say B,
The whole world f*cked up, man
He f*cked up
She f*cked up
I'm f*cked up
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
Without wings, I can fly
And I'ma stay fly till the day I expire
And if you see my blinker, I'm just tryin' to get by
Just tryin' to get some money for the things I can't buy
I'm tired
Yeah, I'm tired of the bullshit
Gotta keep it pushin', cuz these niggas like to pull shit
I'm gettin' lost in the weed, gettin' high
Livin' every day like I'm gon' die
All I wanna do is maintain
Like Michael Jackson, I ain't tryin' to feel the pain
So I fold another sweet
Then I think of other ways to get back up on my feet
Cause my bills overdue
But it's kinda hard to tell if you lookin' at my shoes
I smoke the blunt to take the pain out
If I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
Lord knows
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I was born in the city of crackers and bitch manes
And these hoes actin' picky like cotton to black slaves
Shit, I don't gang bang
Cause I chose to change lanes
Why it's harder on a nigga if he said he don't claim
Now I gotta run from everybody
Bloods, Crips, Folks, Lords
Shit, I can't depend on anybody
Welcome to the South where we all duck the po-po's
Them crack-ass crackers like we workin' for Nabisco
Yeah, I work, but they takin' that from me
So I gotta move this work or be a jerk in this economy
Broke is the fad, like popping oxytocin
The broke cats, the new crackheads
Every family got one, now we dealin' with these triflin' broads
Never have ends, f*ck your best friends, do your nasty broads
It's enough to make you find your God
Take your time, open up to realize that this life's a fraud
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
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Say B,
The whole world f*cked up, man
He f*cked up
She f*cked up
I'm f*cked up
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
Without wings, I can fly
And I'ma stay fly till the day I expire
And if you see my blinker, I'm just tryin' to get by
Just tryin' to get some money for the things I can't buy
I'm tired
Yeah, I'm tired of the bullshit
Gotta keep it pushin', cuz these niggas like to pull shit
I'm gettin' lost in the weed, gettin' high
Livin' every day like I'm gon' die
All I wanna do is maintain
Like Michael Jackson, I ain't tryin' to feel the pain
So I fold another sweet
Then I think of other ways to get back up on my feet
Cause my bills overdue
But it's kinda hard to tell if you lookin' at my shoes
I smoke the blunt to take the pain out
If I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
Lord knows
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I was born in the city of crackers and bitch manes
And these hoes actin' picky like cotton to black slaves
Shit, I don't gang bang
Cause I chose to change lanes
Why it's harder on a nigga if he said he don't claim
Now I gotta run from everybody
Bloods, Crips, Folks, Lords
Shit, I can't depend on anybody
Welcome to the South where we all duck the po-po's
Them crack-ass crackers like we workin' for Nabisco
Yeah, I work, but they takin' that from me
So I gotta move this work or be a jerk in this economy
Broke is the fad, like popping oxytocin
The broke cats, the new crackheads
Every family got one, now we dealin' with these triflin' broads
Never have ends, f*ck your best friends, do your nasty broads
It's enough to make you find your God
Take your time, open up to realize that this life's a fraud
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
The whole world f*cked up, man
He f*cked up
She f*cked up
I'm f*cked up
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
Without wings, I can fly
And I'ma stay fly till the day I expire
And if you see my blinker, I'm just tryin' to get by
Just tryin' to get some money for the things I can't buy
I'm tired
Yeah, I'm tired of the bullshit
Gotta keep it pushin', cuz these niggas like to pull shit
I'm gettin' lost in the weed, gettin' high
Livin' every day like I'm gon' die
All I wanna do is maintain
Like Michael Jackson, I ain't tryin' to feel the pain
So I fold another sweet
Then I think of other ways to get back up on my feet
Cause my bills overdue
But it's kinda hard to tell if you lookin' at my shoes
I smoke the blunt to take the pain out
If I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
Lord knows
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I was born in the city of crackers and bitch manes
And these hoes actin' picky like cotton to black slaves
Shit, I don't gang bang
Cause I chose to change lanes
Why it's harder on a nigga if he said he don't claim
Now I gotta run from everybody
Bloods, Crips, Folks, Lords
Shit, I can't depend on anybody
Welcome to the South where we all duck the po-po's
Them crack-ass crackers like we workin' for Nabisco
Yeah, I work, but they takin' that from me
So I gotta move this work or be a jerk in this economy
Broke is the fad, like popping oxytocin
The broke cats, the new crackheads
Every family got one, now we dealin' with these triflin' broads
Never have ends, f*ck your best friends, do your nasty broads
It's enough to make you find your God
Take your time, open up to realize that this life's a fraud
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
I'm tired of living a lie
Our lives are f*cked up, we're livin' to die
We gotta survive, we've gotta get by
Ours dreams are low, that's why we get so high
Writer: Thomas Jordan
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