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letra de tired of acting - w3

[intro: cxrpse]
yuh, yuh
uh-huh, yeah
yeah, gang
gang, gang, yeah

[verse 1: cxrpse]
i-i been out walkin’ for a minute
you’re not gon’ wanna be a menace
tired of actin’ and pretendin’
that i’m happy, but you will never get it
d-don’t sleep ’til the day break, leave ’em spinnin’ like beyblades
all i ever wanted was to stay safe
top a shot down, screamin’ mayday
stressin’ every second, then my brain breaks
swear to god it can’t fit in my defects
maybe live happy, time to de-stress
break myself apart to the preset
look inside, i vomit like a reflex
i wanna strut my skin
i never wanna drink again
i wanna make my amends
never hold off, lose sense
i don’t wanna hurt my friends
i never wanna drink again
i wanna make my amends
never hold off, lose sense
[verse 2: gxwatts]
who in the f-ck are these b-tch-ass fans who be talkin’ that sh-t on the internet?
i’m gonna pull up on you and gut yo’ neck, gonna make sure that i can save the rest (b-tch)
blood spilled, you’ll get k!lled
p-ssy boy, you gon’ need milk
you not that hard, you soft as f-ck
you little b-tch, you made of silk
i’m gon’ sew your ass up like i’m gonna make a quilt
just to make sure that your dumb ass doesn’t yell or f-ckin’ squeal
i’ve been makin’ sure that all my homies are able to wish a meal
i used to be inside that situation, so i know how it feels, w3

[interlude: w3]
in this b-tch
ha ha ha ha
hxxligvns out

[verse 3: w3 & glitch]
i’m tired of actin’, i’m sick of the cappin’, i know you be lyin’ (uh, yuh)
grow out my hair so it flows through my h-rns like the mane of a lion (uh, yuh)
this sh-t’s got me goin’ through too much burn-up with so little of time in, uh
smoke the stress away, do it another day, feel like i’m flyin’
make a mothaf-ckin’ snap like a rubber band
i just picked up yesterday, i already got new sh-t in hand
fungi take my mind to another land
i’m sick of gettin’ so f-cked up that i can’t even stand (uh, uh, yuh)
[verse 4: glitch]
load the f-ckin’ choppa, then i’m headin’ down yo’ block
get yo’ f-ckin’ head rot (uh, uh), then i’m bustin’ at the cops, uh
heard you f-ckboys cappin’, well that sh-t’s about to stop
when i slide up on you b-tch boys, get to bustin’ on yo’ chops, uh
let the choppa rip, let the bodies f-ckin’ drop
let ’em fall into the pit, let ’em all just f-ckin’ rot
sick of all the bullsh-t and i’m sick of all the actin’
pull up on you, never lackin’, get my hammer, get to crackin’, b-tch!

- w3

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