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fuckin’ tired - the marvelous outsiders lyrics

[chorus: ryan art]
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, yo

i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired
i’m f*ckin’ tired…

[verse one: ryan art & steff neff]
yo i’m f*cking tired all the time, got a riot on my mind
got that diet coke grind; cuz i’m f*cking k!lling myself
been in the h*ll of hearing it swell
i need a wish
all i get is oh well
all i hear is the yells
all i see is the cells
all you see is the bills for a brand new chanel
don’t you get it; it ain’t all about the tooth and nail
it’s f*cking sickening how the news’ll spread gruesome sh*t
then turn around and tell us that the true events are movie scripts
i been outta school some time but d*mn, you think we stupid, b*tch?
the stupid rich are too eclipsed to admit they messed it up
the seed of greed is tulips while the love is still just mud
instead of building up a future for us you got guns and l*st
now you’re sitting in the grave you dug while your kids hate your guts
but let me fill you in on what it is we really want
cuz i just want a minute where you listen to us cuz
i could spend the next three minutes digging through the rough
to find a diamond in the vile that you voted “good enough”
but
[chorus: ryan art]
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya

i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
i’m f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired
i’m f*ckin’ tired…

[verse 2: ryan art & steff neff]
forget about today that’s tomorrow’s problem
— i been —
thinkin’ bout the ways our souls’ are rotted
— i been —
sipping whisky straight from the bottle
— cuz i —
been having trouble seeing the reason for stopping
we’re criminals in gotham; criminally forgotten
unless you’re the villain of a billionaire or robin (robbing)
then you get a target or a warm spot in arkham
or a bullet in the back of the your head in the darkest
of scenarios; streamed in 4k and in stereo
forever replayed never replaced until something’s new to blow
but who’s to know which lives are beautiful
quick tip dummies, it ain’t bank account numerals
its dirt under your cuticles
its sitting in your cubicle
it ain’t hating other races; after all we’re all the human form
it’s just a face in the crowd;
others want to live their lives
you’re acting like the crucible
and i’m getting real tired of being told to stay silent
like you won’t be successful if you act so divisive
rights ain’t divisive
you just ain’t reading
i fact check everything i say
you ain’t wanna see it
so i’ve been tryna speak it and meet you in the middle
i’ll listen to your beliefs and i promise to be civil
you agree with everything i say but then you’re acting different
and it gets real quiet when it comes time to talk of privilege
like we weren’t out one day shopping with our family
filling up our daughter’s book bags with pens and pencils
and we didn’t know we didn’t know what was really happening
some guy was in the parking lot broken in his mental

cuz he’s thinking that my family don’t deserve the life we’re living
cuz he heard it in the talking points of all his favorite villains
and he went to walmart got a faux*military weapon
then he’ll go to walmart and start all the k!lling

its appalling its appearing but i think you need to see it
heard the first shots while grabbing all the last things that we needed

heard a voice come on, code brown, get to safety
i look to my wife, running, clutching our baby
looking to my god saying save them, take me
as i see him turn ’round the corner mindlessly spraying

i ran behind my wife
only felt the first one hit
i could feel my eyes turn white and my chest turning red
i could feel me lose my life
i was taking my last breath
and the last thing i saw was my wife falling limp

my wife’s blood was on my son’s skin
and now two baby’s are orphans
and i never knew why
but its because a coward bought into a lie
and that lie took away twenty*two lives
and all you do is fly the flag half as high
[chorus: ryan art & steff neff]
we’re f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
we’re f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
we’re f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
we’re f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired

we’re f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
we’re f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired, ya
we’re f*ckin’ tired of being f*ckin’ tired
we’re f*ckin’ tired

[outro: steff neff]
o say can you see, by the dawn’s early light
what so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming
whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
o’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
and the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air
gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
o say does that star*spangled banner yet wave
o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

- the marvelous outsiders lyrics

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