Correction Paroles Tired Of Love par Big Boogie

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[Intro]
(Ayy, JB)
Yeah, mm, see it’s like it’s 3:18 in the booth like
(Red Dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Ooh, I got to vent, bruh
You see what I’m saying? (Ooh) Like my mind heavy, bruh

[Verse]
See I just stay to myself (See I just stay to myself)
Can’t fuck with bitches, I be wasting my breath (Ooh)
I tried to vent, but I just cry to myself (I cry to self)
They tell your business, but they call you for help (They call your phone)
I got my right but Raya Joi that’s my left (Oh that’s my daughter)
She gon’ eat first, but daddy gon’ eat what’s left (I didn't know)
I’m a champion, but don’t need a belt (I’m a champion)
I share my feelings, but I wish they was kept (Ooh)
I don’t give a damn what they say about me (Ooh)
Even my family, they say some things about me (Ooh)
Thе people that I help don’t givе a damn about me (No)
At first I was lost, I thank the Lord I found me (Ooh)
People talk about God, I heard the same about me (Ooh)
Had to change my circle up, I made some changes ’round me (Duh)
All my ex’s, fuck ’em, they say something to down me (Fuck 'em)
I’m a young nigga thuggin’, don’t give a fuck who clown me (Oh, no)
Just iced out my body, I try my best to drown me (Me, yes)
Keep my head above water, keep the bad from ’round me (Ooh)
Niggas out here in the city, they hate, but pound me (Hate)
Bitches wanna be my bitch, I don’t let ’em, they lie on me (Haha)
I know niggas that don’t like me, but I don’t think about ’em
I miss my daddy so much, I just got pictures about ’em (Ooh)
My baby momma a trip, but I can’t diss about her (Reauna)
Can’t disrespect her nowhere, I’m shooting sticks about her (Yes, fuck 'em)
Forever here for my daughter, I can’t get rich without her (Raya)
You niggas gangsta with no guns, but they a bitch without ’em (Baow)
How the fuck that’s yo' nigga You hit a lick without ’em (Bitch)
Free my demons out that cage, I’m kind of sick without ’em (I be sick)
I just be smokin' and thinkin'
Life a motherfucker (Ooh)
Family ain’t shit, niggas killing they own blood brothers (Brrt)
If they don’t understand my struggle in the mud, fuck you (Fuck you)
I’m a Louisiana nigga from the mud sucker (Ooh)

[Chorus]
Ooh, I’m tired of love
I’m tired of love (Mm)
I’m tired of love
I’m tired of love (Mm)
I’m tired of love
I’m tired of love (Mm)
I’m tired of love
I’m tired of love (Mm)
Ooh, ooh

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