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tired - ex-scees lyrics

(verse 1 & intro)

i came to create a plan, learned what i earned and see how the steaks are in, all these plates in bins, man my life has been a waste
the pen is what i need to use to lower the steaks again, see brothers doing a line of a school they were staying in
i can see what it feels like to be a loser and tired of life playing games man we in a place of flames cause
what the h*ll is going on
i need to rethink, fore’ i lеt the drug have it’s strong lace again
i may condеmn all my thoughts which glorifies links of sin

(verse 2)

emcee in the booth and i just
came to speak the truth, my rhymes are
speaking the proof, rip to a lost legend to
you my guy
you mather in marshall’s life
i kinda feel like a psych cause like a book
i read my mind
underground isn’t feeling any kind of life it’s k!lling me in the inside
i think i’ll loose a fight soon
i’ll be up outta here with the booth attire full of goldmind’s merchandise with a tire next to the mic use a bike
while i write two pages of rage and let it out like i took a spoon out my rhyme book
abuse the pen to an extent, and a tenth of me isn’t even you at your ninth
(verse 3)

so excuse the fight i’m a put with the mic
one word is always first of the use of strikes, slashing dyk*s
with a sword combined with a fife to make an ultimate beat down
which will prove a easy win to i

(verse 4)

don’t like murder but i will commit it when i choose to end a life
i want to be different and i want to be alive but things can get harder when times are getting tired
call me michael meyers, halloween is getting sleepy, like hallow took a bunch of weed and split it in half cause
what they gon’ say is mean and im still sleeping ya’ll poking me
is messing with me man
so please, d*mn it, i need you to leave me be

(verse 5)

ya’ll think i fell off and lost it, i probably never lost when i got every song its
a long journey something im gonna call it
get the mindset right if you wanna wrong it
ya’ll quit trying to be on my b*lls its getting small
so just eat out my palm b*tch, dog i wanna go all
list a bunch bars i won’t rip and im all in i just want to call jeff
and just drop it cause im not appalling
like a flower, i want to blossom but flossing in between the faults like the pipes were my t**th
in the stall with a pink floss ready to go back and forth
faster than a blink cause i think all this gangster rap is water man its
freaking weak
(verse 6)

at least not every rhyme don’t rap about a gun
you have or a mili 9, i mean 9 mili, can’t even pr*nounce it
right cause these cheesy rhymes think they got it with beef your right
cause your only cooking up trash to a g igh
you don’t k!ll n0body not even the beat and i can’t lie
i do listen to street but i can’t stand all of the weak gun
rhymes they use every week and try make it blow
but its peak is 9k, like nanomake just beats alright
so i don’t need this motherf*cking peace cause i can get no motherf*cking piece of life

(verse 7)

trying to live it at a full and still can’t even hold a gun and will never become a g.o.a.t
this drill got me cooking beats up in the grill
maybe k!ll a ‘lil ‘mount of kids and run away or escape inside a boat, i thrill mj and till the day me and the grim reap chill
i’d have to k!ll dr. phil and the rest of the patients he ain’t doing well
like a pit of water making a bucket in basketball
the baller of rap is here
i got them on a pill, cause this court i’ll shoot up
fill an entire round inside the judge
3 points for hitting him with some sh*lls, have bullets
propel off his skull and tap his friends
got some tales to tell, compare haters to del
cause the rednecks got blast in their heads. (haha)
(shotgun shot)

- ex scees lyrics

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