Tired of wasting my time
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
Darkness harnessed embarked in torment
Is so often torn into my skin a sore nemesis
In light of the years I've spent these four minutes
Can just up and take a turn for the worst and absorb intuition
So my bloodstreams rushing with hushed screams
From a crushed being blushing as they say such things that suck me dry
Of everything that was once me
Mother trying to teach me to move farther and be unteased
But I can't take it heads phased with
Every single time that my legs shaking
Wishing that the worse parts of dreams was me in class naked
Now I'm invaded by sensations of how I will never achieve greatness
I'm a broken piece of post traumatic protoplasm
Who's only glad when those who are laughing don't know I'm magic
I'm hoping that my corrosive gassing won't glow in fact
It's unlikely to see me in public even close to rapping
You know it's bad when the rap kid
Can't dragon on the mic and spit more flames than match sticks
But it's far more vast than
I just want to quit quick
I'm insistent
That these screams keep trying to get in
It's insidious ridiculous to fill in blanks
The victim is myself I'm putting venom in my mental
It's so viscous it keeps sticking in
A.D.D needs Ritalin they say
The point's not getting in
I disappoint again and then
Words turn to lyrics
Lyrics turn to messages
Eyes begin to shudder as they start to see themselves in it
You hear it all again now you know it's well developed
Audience is telling me something that i haven't accepted yet
I get the truth maybe all this stage freight isn't relevant
Maybe all the fear I felt is all up in my head
And if that's true
Then I can conjure up some focus and just cherish it
The moments spent up on the stage are priceless
I do care for them but
Tired of wasting my time
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
I'm afraid
Maybe if you had my name you'd say the same thing
Awake for the pages do nothing but drain me
But nothing you can do can come close to change me
I'm so close but i can't breathe
I'm afraid
Maybe if you had my name you'd say the same thing
Awake for the pages do nothing but drain me
But nothing you can do can come close to change me
I'm so close
But I can't
Less than clever methods
Test deception with a stethoscope
A vessel for the rescue
Es la meta yes it is the goal
Enveloped in the crept in questions
Referencing the anecdotes
To annotate the ammo holding sections of my ample
Prose poems sent to trample faux fabricated rappers
So saturated at the base with pastel shaded samples
Proclaiming that they're strapped and
Waiting for one to combat with
Oh I'm sorry
Didn't realize that this is really what rap is for.
So look they keep staring at me
That's why everybody is staring at me
Waiting for me to make my mother and father very happy
Fall as a fodder on my face and disgrace the trade of rapping
Entertainment goes both ways and that's the shame that has me
Fighting for survival to thrive on the mic
Elations granting
Every time
Just waiting to be televised
To say that that's me
Mr mark the world
With the spirit to change the game so vastly
Tired of wasting my time
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
Man I'm done with your bullshit
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Tired of wasting my time
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
Darkness harnessed embarked in torment
Is so often torn into my skin a sore nemesis
In light of the years I've spent these four minutes
Can just up and take a turn for the worst and absorb intuition
So my bloodstreams rushing with hushed screams
From a crushed being blushing as they say such things that suck me dry
Of everything that was once me
Mother trying to teach me to move farther and be unteased
But I can't take it heads phased with
Every single time that my legs shaking
Wishing that the worse parts of dreams was me in class naked
Now I'm invaded by sensations of how I will never achieve greatness
I'm a broken piece of post traumatic protoplasm
Who's only glad when those who are laughing don't know I'm magic
I'm hoping that my corrosive gassing won't glow in fact
It's unlikely to see me in public even close to rapping
You know it's bad when the rap kid
Can't dragon on the mic and spit more flames than match sticks
But it's far more vast than
I just want to quit quick
I'm insistent
That these screams keep trying to get in
It's insidious ridiculous to fill in blanks
The victim is myself I'm putting venom in my mental
It's so viscous it keeps sticking in
A.D.D needs Ritalin they say
The point's not getting in
I disappoint again and then
Words turn to lyrics
Lyrics turn to messages
Eyes begin to shudder as they start to see themselves in it
You hear it all again now you know it's well developed
Audience is telling me something that i haven't accepted yet
I get the truth maybe all this stage freight isn't relevant
Maybe all the fear I felt is all up in my head
And if that's true
Then I can conjure up some focus and just cherish it
The moments spent up on the stage are priceless
I do care for them but
Tired of wasting my time
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
I'm afraid
Maybe if you had my name you'd say the same thing
Awake for the pages do nothing but drain me
But nothing you can do can come close to change me
I'm so close but i can't breathe
I'm afraid
Maybe if you had my name you'd say the same thing
Awake for the pages do nothing but drain me
But nothing you can do can come close to change me
I'm so close
But I can't
Less than clever methods
Test deception with a stethoscope
A vessel for the rescue
Es la meta yes it is the goal
Enveloped in the crept in questions
Referencing the anecdotes
To annotate the ammo holding sections of my ample
Prose poems sent to trample faux fabricated rappers
So saturated at the base with pastel shaded samples
Proclaiming that they're strapped and
Waiting for one to combat with
Oh I'm sorry
Didn't realize that this is really what rap is for.
So look they keep staring at me
That's why everybody is staring at me
Waiting for me to make my mother and father very happy
Fall as a fodder on my face and disgrace the trade of rapping
Entertainment goes both ways and that's the shame that has me
Fighting for survival to thrive on the mic
Elations granting
Every time
Just waiting to be televised
To say that that's me
Mr mark the world
With the spirit to change the game so vastly
Tired of wasting my time
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
Man I'm done with your bullshit
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
Darkness harnessed embarked in torment
Is so often torn into my skin a sore nemesis
In light of the years I've spent these four minutes
Can just up and take a turn for the worst and absorb intuition
So my bloodstreams rushing with hushed screams
From a crushed being blushing as they say such things that suck me dry
Of everything that was once me
Mother trying to teach me to move farther and be unteased
But I can't take it heads phased with
Every single time that my legs shaking
Wishing that the worse parts of dreams was me in class naked
Now I'm invaded by sensations of how I will never achieve greatness
I'm a broken piece of post traumatic protoplasm
Who's only glad when those who are laughing don't know I'm magic
I'm hoping that my corrosive gassing won't glow in fact
It's unlikely to see me in public even close to rapping
You know it's bad when the rap kid
Can't dragon on the mic and spit more flames than match sticks
But it's far more vast than
I just want to quit quick
I'm insistent
That these screams keep trying to get in
It's insidious ridiculous to fill in blanks
The victim is myself I'm putting venom in my mental
It's so viscous it keeps sticking in
A.D.D needs Ritalin they say
The point's not getting in
I disappoint again and then
Words turn to lyrics
Lyrics turn to messages
Eyes begin to shudder as they start to see themselves in it
You hear it all again now you know it's well developed
Audience is telling me something that i haven't accepted yet
I get the truth maybe all this stage freight isn't relevant
Maybe all the fear I felt is all up in my head
And if that's true
Then I can conjure up some focus and just cherish it
The moments spent up on the stage are priceless
I do care for them but
Tired of wasting my time
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
I'm afraid
Maybe if you had my name you'd say the same thing
Awake for the pages do nothing but drain me
But nothing you can do can come close to change me
I'm so close but i can't breathe
I'm afraid
Maybe if you had my name you'd say the same thing
Awake for the pages do nothing but drain me
But nothing you can do can come close to change me
I'm so close
But I can't
Less than clever methods
Test deception with a stethoscope
A vessel for the rescue
Es la meta yes it is the goal
Enveloped in the crept in questions
Referencing the anecdotes
To annotate the ammo holding sections of my ample
Prose poems sent to trample faux fabricated rappers
So saturated at the base with pastel shaded samples
Proclaiming that they're strapped and
Waiting for one to combat with
Oh I'm sorry
Didn't realize that this is really what rap is for.
So look they keep staring at me
That's why everybody is staring at me
Waiting for me to make my mother and father very happy
Fall as a fodder on my face and disgrace the trade of rapping
Entertainment goes both ways and that's the shame that has me
Fighting for survival to thrive on the mic
Elations granting
Every time
Just waiting to be televised
To say that that's me
Mr mark the world
With the spirit to change the game so vastly
Tired of wasting my time
And I'm tired wasting my life
And I'm tired of wasting my heart
And I'm tired of wasting my thoughts
And I'm tired of spending my soul
And tired of spending my words
And I'm tired of losing control
I'm so sick if your bullshit
I'm so done with your bullshit
I'm so tired of your bullshit
I'm so sick of your, so sick of your
Man I'm done with your
Man I'm done with your bullshit
Writer: Raushon Chapman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid