歌曲 | So Tired |
歌手 | Hi-Tek |
专辑 | Hi-teknology - Volume 2 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(feat. Dion, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Pretty Ugly) | |
[Chorus: Dion] | |
Tired, so tired | |
It's a shame the way I'm livin this life, but I keep livin it | |
Smoke to get high | |
And the weed and hennessy don't do nothin but I keep rippin it | |
It's the way I live my life | |
It's my life and how I live in the sunshine, my nigga | |
It's just the way I live my life | |
It's my life and how I live in the sunshine | |
[Verse 1: Bun B] | |
Man, day-in day-out it's the same old same | |
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main | |
A little purp in the swisher | |
A little purp in the cup | |
A little purp in my system | |
And I can't give myself up | |
I kick myself up out the bed | |
Out the door to the block | |
Motivate my way to the corner and hustle the rocks | |
I don't love what I'm doin, but I hate where I'm stayin | |
So I be out with the truth's, cause it's due's that I'm payin | |
Prayin I can find a way up out this bottomless pit | |
Cause livin like how I'm livin ain't hittin no shit | |
Niggas tell it like it's nothin so there's no one to trust | |
And for me to see tomorrow by any means is a must | |
So ain't no need to fuss about it, take it day-by-day | |
Get my hustle on and keep these hater's out my way | |
I trust no niggas and trust no ho's | |
And I'm never really asleep, there's only one eye closed | |
So I'm tired | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 2: Devin the Dude] | |
My work, shit is also playtime | |
When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes | |
A drink'll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top | |
Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot | |
I come out and take another swig | |
Another brew, another blunt, another cig | |
Shit, who got the liquor nigga | |
**** it, I'll drink it even though, you know, it gets me sicka quicka | |
I'm goin hard, yet, I'm still on the clock | |
My homie got the weed, my partna got the pills on lock | |
And, whatever-ya else you want from speed to syrup | |
But I prefer the herb | |
And I drink, so I got to watch how I behave | |
My beer was frozen tried to put it in the microwave | |
I got to focus cause tonight we got a show | |
And you know we gonna be drinkin and smokin some mo' | |
But ughhh | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 3: Pretty Ugly] | |
Now personally, I don't give a **** who forget about me when I'm dead and gone | |
Cause most of the people who don't care won't even hear this song | |
I been a lot of place's I thought I'd never ever be | |
And I seen a lot of things I thought I'd never ever see | |
My momma told me that these streets gonna be the death of me | |
I've been in situations from murder's to the burglaries | |
I'm a pretty dude, why ugly dudes always be testin me | |
I'm a skinny dude, why big dudes always be testin me | |
I make it happen real fast, unexpectedly | |
My hood shootouts be exactly like the Westerns be | |
I tell a judge and jury I was just defendin' me | |
And intimidation is no relation, only kin to me | |
I usually ride by myself, there's never men with me | |
I'm a grown man, I don't need no men to send for me | |
Cause it ain't no vest on me, don't think you got the best of me | |
That ain't the way I'm supposed to die, that ain't my destiny | |
[Chorus] |
feat. Dion, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Pretty Ugly | |
Chorus: Dion | |
Tired, so tired | |
It' s a shame the way I' m livin this life, but I keep livin it | |
Smoke to get high | |
And the weed and hennessy don' t do nothin but I keep rippin it | |
It' s the way I live my life | |
It' s my life and how I live in the sunshine, my nigga | |
It' s just the way I live my life | |
It' s my life and how I live in the sunshine | |
Verse 1: Bun B | |
Man, dayin dayout it' s the same old same | |
I' m tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main | |
A little purp in the swisher | |
A little purp in the cup | |
A little purp in my system | |
And I can' t give myself up | |
I kick myself up out the bed | |
Out the door to the block | |
Motivate my way to the corner and hustle the rocks | |
I don' t love what I' m doin, but I hate where I' m stayin | |
So I be out with the truth' s, cause it' s due' s that I' m payin | |
Prayin I can find a way up out this bottomless pit | |
Cause livin like how I' m livin ain' t hittin no shit | |
Niggas tell it like it' s nothin so there' s no one to trust | |
And for me to see tomorrow by any means is a must | |
So ain' t no need to fuss about it, take it daybyday | |
Get my hustle on and keep these hater' s out my way | |
I trust no niggas and trust no ho' s | |
And I' m never really asleep, there' s only one eye closed | |
So I' m tired | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2: Devin the Dude | |
My work, shit is also playtime | |
When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes | |
A drink' ll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top | |
Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot | |
I come out and take another swig | |
Another brew, another blunt, another cig | |
Shit, who got the liquor nigga | |
it, I' ll drink it even though, you know, it gets me sicka quicka | |
I' m goin hard, yet, I' m still on the clock | |
My homie got the weed, my partna got the pills on lock | |
And, whateverya else you want from speed to syrup | |
But I prefer the herb | |
And I drink, so I got to watch how I behave | |
My beer was frozen tried to put it in the microwave | |
I got to focus cause tonight we got a show | |
And you know we gonna be drinkin and smokin some mo' | |
But ughhh | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: Pretty Ugly | |
Now personally, I don' t give a who forget about me when I' m dead and gone | |
Cause most of the people who don' t care won' t even hear this song | |
I been a lot of place' s I thought I' d never ever be | |
And I seen a lot of things I thought I' d never ever see | |
My momma told me that these streets gonna be the death of me | |
I' ve been in situations from murder' s to the burglaries | |
I' m a pretty dude, why ugly dudes always be testin me | |
I' m a skinny dude, why big dudes always be testin me | |
I make it happen real fast, unexpectedly | |
My hood shootouts be exactly like the Westerns be | |
I tell a judge and jury I was just defendin' me | |
And intimidation is no relation, only kin to me | |
I usually ride by myself, there' s never men with me | |
I' m a grown man, I don' t need no men to send for me | |
Cause it ain' t no vest on me, don' t think you got the best of me | |
That ain' t the way I' m supposed to die, that ain' t my destiny | |
Chorus |
feat. Dion, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Pretty Ugly | |
Chorus: Dion | |
Tired, so tired | |
It' s a shame the way I' m livin this life, but I keep livin it | |
Smoke to get high | |
And the weed and hennessy don' t do nothin but I keep rippin it | |
It' s the way I live my life | |
It' s my life and how I live in the sunshine, my nigga | |
It' s just the way I live my life | |
It' s my life and how I live in the sunshine | |
Verse 1: Bun B | |
Man, dayin dayout it' s the same old same | |
I' m tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main | |
A little purp in the swisher | |
A little purp in the cup | |
A little purp in my system | |
And I can' t give myself up | |
I kick myself up out the bed | |
Out the door to the block | |
Motivate my way to the corner and hustle the rocks | |
I don' t love what I' m doin, but I hate where I' m stayin | |
So I be out with the truth' s, cause it' s due' s that I' m payin | |
Prayin I can find a way up out this bottomless pit | |
Cause livin like how I' m livin ain' t hittin no shit | |
Niggas tell it like it' s nothin so there' s no one to trust | |
And for me to see tomorrow by any means is a must | |
So ain' t no need to fuss about it, take it daybyday | |
Get my hustle on and keep these hater' s out my way | |
I trust no niggas and trust no ho' s | |
And I' m never really asleep, there' s only one eye closed | |
So I' m tired | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2: Devin the Dude | |
My work, shit is also playtime | |
When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes | |
A drink' ll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top | |
Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot | |
I come out and take another swig | |
Another brew, another blunt, another cig | |
Shit, who got the liquor nigga | |
it, I' ll drink it even though, you know, it gets me sicka quicka | |
I' m goin hard, yet, I' m still on the clock | |
My homie got the weed, my partna got the pills on lock | |
And, whateverya else you want from speed to syrup | |
But I prefer the herb | |
And I drink, so I got to watch how I behave | |
My beer was frozen tried to put it in the microwave | |
I got to focus cause tonight we got a show | |
And you know we gonna be drinkin and smokin some mo' | |
But ughhh | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: Pretty Ugly | |
Now personally, I don' t give a who forget about me when I' m dead and gone | |
Cause most of the people who don' t care won' t even hear this song | |
I been a lot of place' s I thought I' d never ever be | |
And I seen a lot of things I thought I' d never ever see | |
My momma told me that these streets gonna be the death of me | |
I' ve been in situations from murder' s to the burglaries | |
I' m a pretty dude, why ugly dudes always be testin me | |
I' m a skinny dude, why big dudes always be testin me | |
I make it happen real fast, unexpectedly | |
My hood shootouts be exactly like the Westerns be | |
I tell a judge and jury I was just defendin' me | |
And intimidation is no relation, only kin to me | |
I usually ride by myself, there' s never men with me | |
I' m a grown man, I don' t need no men to send for me | |
Cause it ain' t no vest on me, don' t think you got the best of me | |
That ain' t the way I' m supposed to die, that ain' t my destiny | |
Chorus |