Jide-Kun - Tired of Being of a S.I.M.P. (feat. Dwarka) Lyrics

Something we all adore
It's the one thing worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame
Something we all adore
The thing worth dying for
Nothing but pain, stuck in this game
Searching for fortune and fame

At times I feel like Naruto
They don't want you till you blow
Take away their Pain
That's when their hearts show
Danny Phantom how these girls go ghost
Yo I'm tired of being
Ain't time for the hook
Let me hitcha with a triple jab
Girls call their man their dad
Then they get thrown in the trash
Now she wonder why I'm glad (Eh)
Maybe cause your karma look hefty
Cause you played me like a chess piece
With your hands all on my testes
I'm a grown man, don't test me
Tired of being a outcast
Tired of dealing with your past
Cause when your man discards your ass
You come quick, but I finish last

Tired of being a S.I.M.P
Sick of getting played
Tell all the girls disrespecting name
Don't try to call when your lifestyle change
Tired of being a S.I.M.P
Sick of all these problems
Buy that girl a calculator
Tell that girl solve em
Priest like preach, now they think I'll absolve em
Tired of being a S.I.M.P
Hair ain't real
Brands ain't real
But you wanna feel something real Forreal?
Man, nowadays these hoes need to chill
Tired of being a S.I.M.P
Tired of being a nice guy
Wasting all of my patience
Don't look surprised when it runs dry

Drown the pain in material things
I'm an old soul, but a new slave
With a new chain that's rose gold
These new girls gon' grow old
'Fore a silver spoon ever tarnish
Versace all on my garments
Medusa made my heart stone cold
(Yeah)
Stone's throw from where I once was
A couple more from where I need to be
Till I evolve from a weedle
And I'm butterfree
Ride around in that four door
Meeting fake hoes in real time
Can't shoot yourself no more
They grab the trigger then cosign

Tired of being a S.I.M.P
Sick of getting played
Tell all the girls disrespecting name
Don't try to call when your lifestyle change
Tired of being a S.I.M.P
Sick of all these problems
Buy that girl a calculator
Tell that girl solve em
Priest like preach, now they think I'll absolve em
Tired of being a S.I.M.P
Hair ain't real
Brands ain't real
But you wanna feel something real Forreal?
Man, nowadays these hoes need to chill
Tired of being a S.I.M.P
Tired of being a nice guy
Wasting all of my patience
Don't look surprised when it runs dry

So tell me why
Every time, I see you I think you're already mine
What are we waiting for
Waiting for stars to align
Checking your zodiac
Looking for a perfect match
Why the hell would you want that?
Just one scratch and we'd burn fast
Then we'd burn out
Whispers turn to loud shouts
Sucking face turns to sucker punch
She lights me up then it's lights out
Paragraphs bout my true feelings
All of those left on seen
Might as well be unseen
Cause she telling me, she pities me
Maybe one day, you'll be feeling me
I'm feeling you, synergy
When I blow up, and they mention me
Next to Jay, like Willoughby
If I fall like dominoes
They vamanos to the next thing
Find a tinder girl adorable
Or Swiper keeps swiping

Something we all adore...