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dys davinci - tired lyrics

[pre_chorus: dys davinci]
tech high, i don’t know bout green
b.b. belt hold up my beam
tempur_pedic needed, roxycontin put me straight to sleep
told bro i don’t care bout cheese
bullets blow through air, bout breeze
d_mn near met the reaper on some b_tches who don’t care bout me

[chorus: dys davinci]
it ain’t fair at all, it never was
only be sparing ‘em all when i get a buzz
yeah, i don’t be scary at all, i’m sending ‘em up
that love ain’t repair me at all, it was what it was

[verse 1: #babykae]
i’ma pull up on his block and hit his ass with the .223
i been tryna do a little better but these demons keep talking to me
going through dimensions, getting high, take a trip with me
that b_tch really lost my thought of mind, i’m still the same old me
i’ma pull up in big bodies when i’m wrecking with my beam
i’ma pull up with your shawty, she gon f_ck me and my team
yeah, i know you mad, but you really cannot compete
doing the race in a trackhawk, f_ck that srt
walk ‘em down with the .223s
hundred rounds, we gon let it bleed
liquid red, that’s all you see
yeah, my lungs is blue, we not the same
why you tryna act so different ‘round these b_tches, like what the f_ck?
p_ssy n_gga finna catch bullets, the way he keep acting tough
we had to hit him with that left, right, left, right, left, right, uppercut
go get your get back, need to get back, get back, get back, get back up
[pre_chorus: dys davinci]
tech high, i don’t know bout green
b.b. belt hold up my beam
tempur_pedic needed, roxycontin put me straight to sleep
told bro i don’t care bout cheese
bullets blow through air, bout breeze
d_mn near met the reaper on some b_tches who don’t care bout me

[verse 2: dys davinci]
i been satisfied with nothing, i need everything in my pocket
brand new checks in, i just f_ck it off, broke everything in my wallet
i just went and bought the booth to keep the skeletons in my closet
the h_ll i lived is my profit, i turned my pain to my options
i keep my family close, ‘cause n_ggas, they aim to k!ll
my beretta close, don’t need a consultant, i gotta play with steel
i’m seeing the blind leading
i’m chiefing, my eyes bleeding
got three of them dimes reeking, tryna move on that’s why i’m speeding
only perkies 10s, 50s in the rubber band
go up, my only plans
this life my only chance, it’s dead, won’t make amends
that sh_t just had to end
these hoes get left for dead, like it was me
[pre_chorus: dys davinci]
tech high, i don’t know bout green
b.b. belt hold up my beam
tempur_pedic needed, roxycontin put me straight to sleep
told bro i don’t care bout cheese
bullets blow through air, bout breeze
d_mn near met the reaper on some b_tches who don’t care bout me

- dys davinci lyrics

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