Текст песни Fed Up - JoeyBags

Passionate so passionate
I waited so long for a shot at this so what the fuck I look like passing it
I could dance with the devil like an advocate
And make the whole shit look like an accident
What do you do when your fed up
But everybody trying to tell you to keep your head up

Boy you gone' do big things and I promise you that
All you gotta' do is believe
Being independent do cost a lot and the back yard isn't growing money on trees
The fallen leaves been floating to the ground
And the colder weather start to poke around
Got a feeling that im not gone' make it through but if I do I best be getting crowned
Matter fact you can keep it I been the black sheep for a while now
And you must be blind thinking I aint' never peep shit
All good all good wait for the fame to show him love
Y'all aint' really doing it the way y'all should
And you know you could but you rather not
So im putting all the hope in a padded lock
Cus' you aint never really had the love for me
And not to add to the fact got stabbed in the back
And I still don't know who's above of me
Is it God or my enemy
I been trying to get richer than the Kennedys
All the things that come with the amenities
Big house no stress in my seventies but I don't got the patients to wait till im seventy
Im getting closer inching toward my dreams
I thought about it getting sober nah'
Im angry now imagine when im clean
Not only smoking on the finest green but also packing packs of nicotine
I know the addict lives inside my genes
I know the addict lives inside my genes
But fuck it, it does come with decent traits
Like im not giving up until I got it got it
Ima go get it by any means

Passionate so passionate
I waited so long for a shot at this so what the fuck I look like passing it
I could dance with the devil like an advocate
And make the whole shit look like and accident
What do you do when your fed up but everybody
Trying to tell you to keep your head up
Passionate

I guess you're born with the traits
But it seems like I've misplaced mine
Trace back to a place you aint' been before
But it feels like Deja Vu got the lights on dim and some plain ass wall decor
But it feels like home don't it
But it feels like home don't it but it feels like
Haven't been the same for a really long time till I face I aint' never put the blame on me
Well would you look at that took a little time but I got there
When you get it they come around like aye' little homie what you got there
Like aye' little homie what you got
Not much but enough that it must be fate I swear now go and put a nickel in the pot
My niece say so and I curse too much but the curse is we don't really talk to often
Out of touch with the whole fam wonder why I was blind the cautions
Let years go by and the next thing I know I'll be lying in a coffin
Thats why anytime that I try to get sleep im tossing
I been wide awake sleep walking

Passionate so passionate
I waited so long for a shot at this so what the fuck I look like passing it
I could dance with the devil like an advocate
And make the whole shit look like an accident
What do you do when you're fed up but everybody trying to tell you to keep your head up
Passionate