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Tired Of Being Lyrics - Artist : 30 Deep Grimeyy
I'm all alone
I'm so tired, I'm all alone Won't you help me I'm so tired, I'm on my own I'm so tired, I'm all alone Won't you help me gang as soon as you can? Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way 7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'? I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say 2013, I was crashin', I was broke with a gun The only thing goin' good is I just had me a son Everybody want some money, bitches fuckin' for fun Niggas snakes in my city, slime you out for a crumb They'll smile in yo' face, and put a knife in yo' back I heard some niggas sneak dissin', like we ran outta' straps I'm poppin' Perc's to ease the pain, cuz' ran on that Ac' The devil knockin' at the front, I tried to sneak through the back My demons goin' against my angels, I don't know who gon' win My mama had a dream I died and like two of my friends The only thing I fear is God, for my brothers I sin Hit they block, they don't make face, then we gon' do it again Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way 7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'? I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say Take a bullet for my brothers, I know they'd do the same If you ain't score for the block, then how the fuck is you gang? My dog turnt into a snake, he got me feelin' like Cain I used to cop a bus pass, now I'm the first on the plane You was worried 'bout hittin' the mall when I was buyin' them poles I was tryna' catch a opp, and you was worried 'bout clothes I was tryna' chase a bag, and you was chasin' them hoes Been a Crip since grade school, way before coast-to-coast I'm so tired of bein' alone I'm so tired, I'm on my own Won't you help me gang, just as soon as you can? Don't give a fuck 'bout doin' time, we'll hop out broad day Ain't no love in the streets, I had to learn the hard way 7.62s'll rip a patch, and give his ass a bar fade I took a stripper out the club, and now she doin' Broadway JB got a triple-double, he done dumped on all 'dem If it's pressure then it's pressure, why the fuck they callin'? I do this shit for Gucci, Streetz, Keon, James, and Chauncey Put St. Louis on the map, don't give a fuck what y'all say My demons fightin' with my angels My demons fightin' with my angels My demons fightin' with my angels My demons fightin' with my angels, yeah My demons fightin' with my angels My demons fightin' with my angels, yeah |
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