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letra de so tired - kb

[intro: kb]
sometimes i get so tired
just trying to stay alive (good)
don’t talk to me (ayy)
about a land of the free
and the home of the brave (let me talk about it, ooh)
until everybody’s free! (ooh)
you’re not free, you’re a slave!

[verse 1: kb]
i’m in the trenches, don’t monitor 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 birkins, look, we gig and play
behind the curtain, come look at this circus
the biggеr the clown, the bigger thеy pay
ayy, ayy, ayy, i can’t stop
dudes take two by the twos, new boo every tuesday
new jimmy choos, food in the booth, lupe
you gotta choose who finna bring you change
when the whoop-whoop fades, i’m getting you saved
he rolled to the blue deuce thinkin’ bouquet
truth ain’t bolt to the track, what are you sayin’?
uh, 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, on my soul
that’s my delight, we light, we like
we fight, i’m just in my zone
devil’s t–th is showin’, where your people goin’?
when it all falls, follow yeezy moment
we might need condolence, yeah, the need is growin’
our jesus piece a piece of jesus on us
we the pick of the litter, litty, we gotta go, ayy
spirit is livin’ within us, guinness, this record don’t break
if i’m in it, i’m independent, i meant it, you get offended
i get it, but n0body 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
[refrain: kb]
hga, for my dawgs, ayy (woah, mhm, 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)

[verse 2: bizzle]
we both rap, we are not so different
nah, home sk!llet, my flow different
y’all flow got potholes in it
y’all home got dry bones in it
bogard with a flow so hard
i could knock over costco with it
i roll with a god so big
that a box sure not gon’ fit him
you got a bag and i’m stackin’
but what i spend 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
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 on a condo
not a thief in the place, ain’t no reason to hate
when the whole block gold
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 forgiving
now i’m a better me, best decision
we rep the letters g.o.m., represent it
hga, nothin’ lesser than it
won’t discuss it, load the musket
three, two, one, blow the trumpet, bizzle
[interlude: kb & zhalarina]
zhalarina
emmy award-winning, woah (uh)

[verse 3: zhalarina]
’tis 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 (ah)
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 with 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 biscuit

[outro]
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—

- kb

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