Текст песни Sick! And, Tired. - Lecs

Aye

Sick of tryna stand sideways
Seeing things from y'all take
Holdin' shit down so I'll wait
Had some habits in the old days
Got locked down had to change ways
Now we eating good meals on all plates uh, uh, uh

Aye, aye, aye

This that shit sound like it's heaven sent, bring me back 'round like I'm peddling
Nawfside I represent, spitting these raps like I got speech impediment
Fútbol in college got myself a scholarship, so I do not got no debt to be settling
Said that this shit sounding heaven sent, like my name Run I'm the Reverend
Wrote this rap in the bath, nah I'm just playin man
"I won't fall off you a hater man"
What they be saying, when I don't fuck with they creative direction
I still don't regret it!

But I'm sick and tired of tryna strive for perfection
Sick and tired tryna find my direction
Sick and tired to the point where I don't do shit if it actually involve my attention
So I'm going back to my affection, making raps like subway my profession
Hitting the booth like I'm running elections
Fuck all yo' feelings take that for discretion, uh

Said fuck all yo' feelings take that for discretion, uh

So we, look

So we covered everywhere Allstate
Whippin' hoopties down the interstate
Ain't no scrimmage we ain't finna play
Kit is vintage get this shit a frame
Know some boys that'll hit a stain
Even if there's traffic we ain't switching lanes
Did this shit for like 416 days, aye

Heard this shit going dumb hit Demahjiae
Don't give a fuck what you 'bout to say
I'm on another day, 'head of my time like is the clock is late
I would send beats no response to me
Now I see they DM's like Yaya Touré
Can't wait till the day that I'm touring and making some bread for performing
These songs that I make while I'm pouring my heart into mics like some porridge
That's next to the bed I be snoring
Imagine recording this where you be taking naps, closest that they could get
Ain't ever take no tests, 'cause I don't take no rests
Know that I'm always just passing like Xavi, Aladdin the ball while I take a touch
Take my pen out and I'm coming clutch
If you think that you running this shit better pick it up, huh

But I'm sick and tired of tryna strive for perfection
Sick and tired tryna find my direction
Sick and tired to the point where I don't do shit if it actually involve my attention
So I'm going back to my affection, making raps like subway my profession
Hitting the booth like I'm running elections
Fuck all yo' feelings take that for discretion, uh

Said fuck all yo' feelings take that for discretion, uh

Man, shit
Yo I'm off this

Check, check, check
One-two, one-two, one-two
Mic check, mic check
Yeah