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So Tired (feat. Bizzle & Zhalarina)

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(Sometimes I get so tired)

(Just trying to stay alive)

(Don't talk to me) aye

(About a land of the free)

(And the home of the brave) let me talk about it, ooh

(Until everybody's free) ooh

(You're not free, you're a slave)

I'm in the trenches, don't mind in the mentions

My mind on the vision, your mind on the digits

It is what it is, and look, we not the same

I'm willin' to die with no dime in my pocket

And not 'cause I lost it, I gave it away

You want a purpose that you cannot purchase

The perks and the Burgess, look, we can't complain

Behind the curtain, comе look at this circus

The bigger the clown, thе bigger they pay

Ayy, ayy, ayy, I can't stop

You say you buy the twos, new boo every Tuesday

New Jimmy Choos, food in the booth, Lupe

You gotta choose who finna bring you change

When the woop-woop fades, I'm getting you saved

He rolled to the Bluetooth, pickin' woo cage

Truth ain't Bolt to the track, what are you sayin'?

I'm plugged in and don't play no games

HGA on these 808s

Light up the 'Gram and don't blaze no A

Bar hard when I post His name

Full plate, I just say my grace

I bleed, but this ain't gon' break

Got one clique, Amazon my gang

(You're not free, you're a slave) ooh, uh

West side, east side, red light, green light

That's right, be right, oh my soul

That's my delight, we light, we like

We fight, I'm just in my zone

Devil's teeth is showin', where your people goin'?

When it all falls, follow Yeezy moment

We might need condolence, yeah, the need is growin'

Our Jesus beats, the peace of Jesus on us

We done picked up the litter litty, we gotta go, ayy

Spirit is livin' within us, Guinness, this record don't break

If I meant it, I meant it, pin it, I manage

You get offended, I get it, but nobody finna tell me what to say

Rather be cancelled than handled

I got a Lord, and it ain't your name

Man, I've been reppin' since 2006

That's to the grave, it is what it is

HGA, for my dawgs, ayy (woah, mm-hmm)

Yeah, HGA, that my dawgs, that my folk

(Yeah, shinin'), G.O.M., that my dawgs, yeah, yeah

Shinin' all the time for my God, ayy (sometimes I get so tired)

We both rap, we are not so different

Nah, home skillet, my flow different

Child flow, got potholes in it

Child home got dry bones in it

Bogart with the flow, so hard

I could knock over Costco wit' it

I roll wit' the God, so big

Did a box show, not gon' fit in it

You got a bag, and I'm stackin'

But what I spin it for a lot more different

You got a ratchet, I pack it

But trust, what we let it pop for different

Oh, and we get high so different

And I'm so lifted up in the sky

My iPhone trippin', but if I die

Then I'm gon' visit God throne

In a minute, Heaven'll be my home

Pearl gates for my condo

Not a thief in the place, ain't no reason to hate

When the whole block go

This a "devil no fly" zone

We rock, try to preach God

But they keep knockin', and like they ring the bell

Three times, and he not home

I know I don't deserve all this

What would I be like if I weren't called His?

A debtor me, less forgivin'

Now I'm a better me, best decision

We rep the letter G.O.M., represent it

HGA, nothin' lesser than it

Won't discuss it, load the musket

Three, two, one, blow the trumpet

Bizzle

Zhalarina

Emmy Award-winning, woah

Uh, this the season, I'm a jolly chick

Kickin' it with the mean and melancholy to keep my folly legit

I fade to black until my complexion is highly lit

Then jump on top of whatever my nephew is hidin' in

I pick up a mighty pen just to tap on my tiny chin

Then take off into outer earth, like I'm floatin' on hydrogen

'Cause I can't stand to be sittin' unproductive and quiet when

Huh, I heard

Content is optional if production flamin' the beats

So I just decided to put a bunch of food on the heat

And I ain't got time to be tryna be someone else wit' your time

Or thinkin' I'm greater than the God who put His life on the line

I just wanna cook for ya, get somethin' on that stomach

Dependent on if you are ready for what is comin'

Vinyl spatula to flip it, especially different

The oven is heavy metal, but nothin' is Limp about the Bizkit

Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

Somebody's gonna-, somebody's gonna-

Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

Somebody's gonna-

Somebody's gonna have to tell the truth

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