Lyrics I! Gits! Weary! - KeiyaA

Hey
I want my stuff back
I want my rhythm
I gets weary on the regular
I gets weary on the regular
I gets weary on the regular
I gets weary on the regular

Should I give up privacy so I can pay my rent?
Should I take a policy out on my tax-sponsored dissent?
Should I grow more green before I take another hit?
'Cause I gits weary on the regular
Should I speak up about the shit I'm dealing with?
It's like no matter what I try, I can't shake this feeling
Is it my spirit crying, or is it the psilocybin?
'Cause I can feel it on the regular

If to build and destroy is to be divine
Then all I really want is peace of mind
If to build and destroy is to be divine
Then all I really want is peace of mind

If to build and destroy is to be divine
Then all I really want is peace of mind
Yeah, black people can jump high, you gotta jump
Gotta do something when you're running from the police