paroles de chanson Tired - Z-RO

Goddamn, when will a nigga get a break?
I work so damn hard but I never come up
I do worse with ever breath I take

Sunshine is a luxury
Just to see another day is enough for me
'Cause I'm livin' on borrowed time
The next funeral I go to might be mine
It might be mine

Goddamn, I'm tryin' to hold on to my faith
They used to tell me it was gonna get greater later
Now it's later and I'm still in the same place
Anytime I get off the ground
Grabbin' my fuckin' ass, niggas pull me back down
Fall flat on my face
Feelin' helpless and it's written all over my face

Here we go again, hustlin' another season
I keep my faith in God to face these demons
Sometimes I win the battle but it doesn't mean I win the war
I gotta laugh to keep from cryin'
Good times, I really wonder what they are

Even if I fail, there's no reason to feel ashamed
'Cause I use to lose, I had an opportunity to play in the game
I can't be stopped, 98 percent from the field
But they won't pass the rock
Even though I'm wide open for the shot

Got me ready to scream, fuck my team
Seem like the players I'm runnin' with
Don't want me to touch my dream
With my own hands
I'm tired of makin' money in the name of others
I'm tryin' to touch it with my own hands

Make me wanna rob a bank sometimes
But then I have to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time and end up back in the pen
So I'm stuck as a starter, paid as if I was ridin' a Benz

I know it be lookin' I'm rich but I'm not
I just know how to take what I got and whippin' it 'til it looks like a lot
Sometimes I wanna give up but when I look at my daughter
I pick my chin up, I got to survive

Here we go again, hustlin' another season
I keep my faith in God to face these demons
Sometimes I win the battle but it doesn't mean I win the war
I got to laugh to keep from cryin'
Good times, I really wonder what they are

Too many niggas tryin' to take me off of my game
I'm tryin' to do something good
But because I'm from the hood
I always end up in these chains

When you see me in the town, you ain't got to slow down
I'm in love with my own company
Phony homies see me on the TV
And I can see 'em comin' to get me in my sleep

That's why I'm stayin' sucker free
'Cause dealin' with hard times is enough for me
I don't need no help, my nigga, I can do bad on my own
I'm so tired, tired, tired, I'm so tired, tired, tired
But I'ma keep on pushin'

Here we go again, hustlin' another season
I keep my faith in God to face these demons
Sometimes I win the battle but it doesn't mean I win the war
I got to laugh to keep from cryin'
Good times, I really wonder what they are

What they are