Kid Dre - I'm Really Fucking Tired Lyrics

It's the young tit monster the show stopper the shadow boxer
George Foreman couldn't rumble with the spirits conjured
Now please doctor now please stop her I'm out of options
I'll put you in my head so we could see who last longer
I'm not a show off I'm more of a drop off
So when I pop off I'm not missing I do no close calls
I'm addicted like Demi I'll hit you with that semi
I got my problems in my pockets so I'm sagging plenty
I don't sip henny I sip plenty of gasoline
I'm passing out bullets like paperboys with magazines
You was nothing but a big head future unforeseen
So I'm ending ya problems using a guillotine
Now please listen please listen mister
These niggas is all jump getting crossed playing twister
I got some blisters from hopscotching the sun
Boston marathon you niggas making sure you don't run
I just prey upon these niggas and I'm shooting all your sons
And when it's all done I do that shit again
I was hated on for choosing a path that wasn't regular
No sympathy for you f*cks like I'm a f*cking senator
I'm irregular I'm a needle in a haystack
I'm too far gone I'll never get my life back
And when this song is all up in your hippocampus
I hope you realize that your problems is gigantic
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real sick and tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real f*cking tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real sick and tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real f*cking tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real sick and tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real f*cking tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real sick and tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real f*cking tired
Please tell the truth
I'm a professional f*ck up
Let me repeat myself I like f*cking up
I love f*cking up myself I cause my own problems
Been doing this since a jitt man this shit is common
I don't check on myself f*ck my mental health
Going hundo in a sixty without a seatbelt
The cards that I was dealt foreshadowing my future
Maybe if I wasn't so passive I'd be f*cking cooler
I'm a loser but no one tried to tell me this shit sooner
I'm hoping these secrets hit you like you was hitting rumors
I got tumors in my head my conscience looking real sloppy
What's the point in pleasing yourself you can't please anybody
I don't have hobbies
But if crying in your room counts I do that shit a lot
I was trapped up in a box hoping I wasn't getting neglect
My life's a joke might have to pick up some cigarettes
I'm sorry all I did was try to hold ya
But ya gone in a foreign country like a f*cking solider
I look at myself I don't feel so f*cking pretty
I got dreams of fame and success and sucking on some tiddies.
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real sick and tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real f*cking tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real sick and tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real f*cking tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real sick and tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real f*cking tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real sick and tired
I'm sick and tired yeah I'm real f*cking tired
Please tell the truth
The dreams of many men could never try to step to me
Like pesticides I'm from the dirt and f*ck up your whole family tree
The dreams of many men could never try to step to me
Like pesticides I'm from the dirt and f*ck up your whole family tree