Tired

Lyrics

[Intro: Prime] Uh, yo [Verse 1: Prime & Purpose] I'm tired of hearin' garbage verses in lame songs And believe I'm tired of readin' fliers that spell Purpose's name wrong Tired of everybody workin' with Akon And seein' dope artists starve while they put the worst o' the game on All the while havin' to work for a day job just to work for a day [?] get reimbursed and then laid off Tired o' dudes braggin' on fights, I ain't seen you win one I ain't seen you lose one, I ain't seen you in one I'm tired o' sayin' I just made it my bidness I'm real tired o' realisin' I gotta pay for my tickets, feel me? Tired of havin' to play my position to stay in the system Be ridiculous off the dome and people say that I'm written I'm tired of wantin' more paper for Christmas And I'm tired o' sayin' the name of my clique is the Pagen Elypsis Tired o' hearin' hip-hop is dead when I came in to listen (uh) And you know damn well that it's in a stable (yeah) condition, I'm tired [Verse 2: Purpose] I'm tired of puttin' all this work in for nothin', for nothin' And everybody know I'm workin' on somethin' Because the talent that I got is certainly somethin' But there's no point havin' an album if no one heard that it's comin' I'm tired of battle rappers (yeah) who reckon their the town's pride Knowin' that that shit don't get respected in the south side (c'mon, man) They'll say my name, (huh) sweatin', with their mouth dry You ask me, they're forgettin' who they sound like (yeah) One trick ponies, they just don't know me And who am I? Purpose, the one and only I've sunken so deep, it's a rap for now (why?) There's no backin' out, (why?) no backin' down Still, I'm tired o' these new critics criticisin' my new lyrics Then when I can find 'em, it's sudden, they got their crew wid 'em Talkin' 'bout my scene like I ain't in tune with it Then wanna turn around and do business, the fuck were you thinkin'? [Post-Verse: Purpose] C'mon, man, get it together You know what I mean? [Verse 3: Prime & Purpose] Seventy-five percent o' these guys are gettin' me tired Prolly the type to blow up quick and sever their ties And they take on Biggie persona like they ready to die But they really livin' like Hova, they intend to retire Boy, I'm tired o' joinin' lines in the bank like I have cash Tired o' people thinkin' that they actually abstract Either gangsters that pack gats or wankers with backpacks I'm tryna do it my way like Frank in the Rat Pack I'm tired o' dudes sayin' their down for me, they ain't lookin' out for me I'm like MLK on the balcony I'm tired of people flagrantly doubtin' me I'm tired o' bein' too boxed in to ever break any boundaries I'm tired o' thinkin' that I have to settle for less And hopin' I'll get run over, cash a settlement cheque Ay, yo, I don't wanna think that more Prime'll equal less Tom But I'm tired o' bein' slept on, the irony is dead wrong (yeah) [Verse 4: Purpose] I'm tired of wonderin', what the fuck am I chasin'? I'll play on par, but it makes it hard to justify patience Especially when you can't balance out your love and your hatred Then all a sudden you made it, mo'fucker, you famous See? I'm tired o' not havin' a dollar to my name Tired o' fightin' with people knowin' our problems are the same Tired o' bein' so goddamn conscious to the pain So all that I can hope to do now is profit from my name (uh) And why these cats braggin' about the people they work with? (Huh?) Playin' each other half finished piece o' their verses Like that's gonna land you in the mist for media circus And you got the nerve to think you competin' with Purpose (c'mon, man) But they're still up all night thinkin' too much Like when I give 'em my all, sometimes it just isn't enough And just when I thought things were finally pickin' up My rewards didn't come, fuck this shit, I'm done, that's it, man [Outro: Anthony Hamilton (Sampled) & Purpose] Yeah Why? Oh, why? Oh Why? Why? [?]