Tekst:
Choke Tired

my thoughts in need of answers for where we are submerged into diluted efforts can't manage to pull out i've told myself i'm not tired so far a devotion

on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin', spin a wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tire-rod Quit hollerin

might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit

life At the club Till someone starts a fight Then we get in the car They don't know where you are I'm so pissed off Always hanging around I'm so tired

up Don't pull the craks in your mind apart When everything breaks down... so tired Don't give up, so choked by analysis When feed on bitterness?... so tired

Nigga keep it real show me your game I'm sure gonna claim what the fuck is mine My nigga I'll take it grab a player hater by the neck Choke him out

'm tired of missin' meals So I paid the man a visit, ?What's the goddamn deal?? What's up? It's good to see you dog I thought you might've choked up

more My friends, we've seen it all Triumphs to drunken falls And our bones are broken still But our hearts are joined until Time slips its tired hand Into our tired

gonna patronize ya But trying to write down why I like ya It doesn't make it any better To just steal kind words off Phil Spector And I know all these tired