Текст песни So Tired (feat. Bizzle & Zhalarina) - KB , Bizzle , Zhalarina
(Sometimes
I
get
so
tired)
(Just
trying
to
stay
alive)
(Don't
talk
to
me)
aye
(About
a
land
of
the
free)
Let
me
talk
about
it,
ooh
(and
the
home
of
the
brave)
Ooh
(until
everybody's
free)
(You're
not
free,
you're
a
slave)
I'm
in
the
trenches,
don't
mind
in
the
mentions
My
mind
on
the
vision,
your
mind
on
the
digits
It
is
what
it
is,
and
look,
we
not
the
same
I'm
willin'
to
die
with
no
dime
in
my
pocket
And
not
'cause
I
lost
it,
I
gave
it
away
You
want
a
purpose
that
you
cannot
purchase
The
perks
and
the
Burgess,
look,
we
can't
complain
Behind
the
curtain,
comе
look
at
this
circus
The
bigger
the
clown,
thе
bigger
they
pay
Ayy,
ayy,
ayy,
I
can't
stop
You
say
you
buy
the
twos,
new
boo
every
Tuesday
New
Jimmy
Choos,
food
in
the
booth,
Lupe
You
gotta
choose
who
finna
bring
you
change
When
the
woop-woop
fades,
I'm
getting
you
saved
He
rolled
to
the
Bluetooth,
pickin'
woo
cage
Truth
ain't
Bolt
to
the
track,
what
are
you
sayin'?
I'm
plugged
in
and
don't
play
no
games
HGA
on
these
808s
Light
up
the
'Gram
and
don't
blaze
no
A
Bar
hard
when
I
post
His
name
Full
plate,
I
just
say
my
grace
I
bleed,
but
this
ain't
gon'
break
Got
one
clique,
Amazon
my
gang
(You're
not
free,
you're
a
slave)
ooh,
uh
West
side,
east
side,
red
light,
green
light
That's
right,
be
right,
oh
my
soul
That's
my
delight,
we
light,
we
like
We
fight,
I'm
just
in
my
zone
Devil's
teeth
is
showin',
where
your
people
goin'?
When
it
all
falls,
follow
Yeezy
moment
We
might
need
condolence,
yea,
the
need
is
growin'
Our
Jesus
beats,
the
peace
of
Jesus
on
us
We
done
picked
up
the
litter
litty,
we
gotta
go,
ayy
Spirit
is
livin'
within
us,
Guinness,
this
record
don't
break
If
I
meant
it,
I
meant
it,
pin
it,
I
manage
You
get
offended,
I
get
it,
but
nobody
finna
tell
me
what
to
say
Rather
be
cancelled
than
handled
I
got
a
Lord,
and
it
ain't
your
name
Man,
I've
been
reppin'
since
2006
That's
to
the
grave,
it
is
what
it
is
HGA,
for
my
dawgs,
ayy
(woah,
mm-hmm)
Yeah,
HGA,
that
my
dawgs,
that
my
folk
(Yeah,
shinin'),
G.O.M.,
that
my
dawgs,
yeah,
yeah
Shinin'
all
the
time
for
my
God,
ayy
(sometimes
I
get
so
tired)
We
both
rap,
we
are
not
so
different
Nah,
home
skillet,
my
flow
different
Child
flow,
got
potholes
in
it
Child
home
got
dry
bones
in
it
Bogart
with
the
flow,
so
hard
I
could
knock
over
Costco
wit'
it
I
roll
wit'
the
God,
so
big
Did
a
box
show,
not
gon'
fit
in
it
You
got
a
bag,
and
I'm
stackin'
But
what
I
spin
it
for
a
lot
more
different
You
got
a
ratchet,
I
pack
it
But
trust,
what
we
let
it
pop
for
different
Oh,
and
we
get
high
so
different
And
I'm
so
lifted
up
in
the
sky
My
iPhone
trippin',
but
if
I
die
Then
I'm
gon'
visit
God
throne
In
a
minute,
heaven'll
be
my
home
Pearl
gates
for
my
condo
Not
a
thief
in
the
place,
ain't
no
reason
to
hate
When
the
whole
block
go
This
a
"devil
no
fly"
zone
We
rock,
try
to
preach
God
But
they
keep
knockin',
and
like
they
ring
the
bell
Three
times,
and
he
not
home
I
know
I
don't
deserve
all
this
What
would
I
be
like
if
I
weren't
called
His?
A
debtor
me,
less
forgivin'
Now
I'm
a
better
me,
best
decision
We
rep
the
letter
G.O.M.,
represent
it
HGA,
nothin'
lesser
than
it
Won't
discuss
it,
load
the
musket
Three,
two,
one,
blow
the
trumpet
Bizzle
Zhalarina
Emmy
Award-winning,
woah
Uh,
this
the
season,
I'm
a
jolly
chick
Kickin'
it
with
the
mean
and
melancholy
to
keep
my
folly
legit
I
fade
to
black
until
my
complexion
is
highly
lit
Then
jump
on
top
of
whatever
my
nephew
is
hidin'
in
I
pick
up
a
mighty
pen
just
to
tap
on
my
tiny
chin
Then
take
off
into
outer
earth,
like
I'm
floatin'
on
hydrogen
'Cause
I
can't
stand
to
be
sittin'
unproductive
and
quiet
when
Huh,
I
heard
Content
is
optional
if
production
flamin'
the
beats
So
I
just
decided
to
put
a
bunch
of
food
on
the
heat
And
I
ain't
got
time
to
be
tryin'
to
be
someone
else
wit'
your
time
Or
thinkin'
I'm
greater
than
the
God
who
put
His
life
on
the
line
I
just
wanna
cook
for
ya,
get
somethin'
on
that
stomach
Dependent
on
if
you
are
ready
for
what
is
comin'
Vinyl
spatula
to
flip
it,
especially
different
The
oven
is
heavy
metal,
but
nothin'
is
Limp
about
the
Bizkit
Somebody's
gonna
have
to
tell
the
truth
Somebody's
gonna
have
to
tell
the
truth
Somebody's
gonna
have
to
tell
the
truth
Somebody's
gonna,
somebody's
gonna
Somebody's
gonna
have
to
tell
the
truth
Somebody's
gonna
have
to
tell
the
truth
Somebody's
gonna
have
to
tell
the
truth
Somebody's
gonna
Somebody's
gonna
have
to
tell
the
truth
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