Tired

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Yung Vanse

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I been tired of all this pain I've been feelin'
They say time will heal, but been hurt for a minute
I got problems, I could stack 'em to the ceilin'
And I'ma write 'em in these songs, but you ain't gotta listen, like
You ain't gotta listen to what I produce in the booth
Lately I feel like it's a trend to tune out all the truth
You go 'head and keep actin' like anyone but you
Virus got me wearin' masks, for you it's nothin' new
Every day is Halloween the way that y'all decievin' me
Everybody talkin' to my face, they say they feelin' me
Believe in me, say that I potentially gon' make it in this rap game
But I hope they speakin' carefully, 'cause honestly
I know that y'all be talkin' dirt on my name
And I don't really give a f*ck, ain't worried 'bout no fame
I'm tryna do my thing, baby, I'ma stack the change, and
I'ma run the game, and you can say that shit again, 'cause
Since just a little kid, I got a dream I'm tryna fulfill
Martin Luther King, I'm just a Jr., but I got real skill
And if it pay some bills, I'm tryna do this shit for real
I'll f*ck around and make some mil's, and put that on my dyin' will
For all my children
I'm Donald's old man
Got my hood up, call me A-Boogie like I am Robin Hood
Rooftops in Gotham like I'm in Batman's hood
Poppin' so many pills, feel like Pac-Man would
Show that bitch one song and then she told me run it back
Wasn't really interested until she heard me rap
She want me for racks, tryna catch me lack
Tryna catch me in a trap 'cause she just wanna brag, no
I been tired of all this pain I've been feelin'
They say time will heal, but been hurt for a minute
I got problems, I could stack 'em to the ceilin'
And I'ma write 'em in these songs, but you ain't gotta listen, like
You ain't gotta listen, and I'm not really trippin', like
I be on a mission, tryna break the bank and flip it
And I don't need you in my way, I'm tryna do my own thing
180 on the highway, still never switchin' my lane
I'ma do it my way, do it every night and day
I'm not really worried 'bout no fame, but they gon' know my name
Everybody wanna say I changed, but I'ma stay the same
I'm the referee, the coach, and players, I'ma run the game
Look up at the score board, this ain't even a game no more
I be lookin' Michael Jordan-fly, I never touch the floor
And you can call me Shaq 'cause when I score there ain't no board no more
And you can call me Stephen Curry, never been a me before
I'm the first of my kind, don't wanna hear comparisons
Everybody wanna talk they shit until they see I'm next
And this is just the start, I'm never stoppin', I'ma be the best
And they say legends never die, so until then, I'll never rest
R.I.P. to X, man
And R.I.P. to Juice
Rest in peace to Lil Peep, bro, you know I won't forget you
One day, when I die, I'm hopin' that I get to meet you
We gon' be shoppin' for stars, I'm thankful for what y'all do
I been tired of all this pain I've been feelin'
They say time will heal, but been hurt for a minute
I got problems, I could stack 'em to the ceilin'
And I'ma write 'em in these songs, I'm thankful for the healin', like
I'ma need a nurse, by my bedside, like right now
I be makin' heat, I'm burnin' up just from the damn sound
My conscious I'm losin' when I'm producin' this music
I'm hopin' that you can feel this
Cause this shit so therapeutic, and, like, whoa
(It's therapy to me, it's therapy, babe, whoa)
(Vanse)

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