Burnt Out

Hook Man, I’m so mother-fuckin’ burnt out. Sick of livin’ at my mom’s house. Wishin’ we could ball out— Brothers had a fall out. Had a lotta love, now it’s all out. Prayin’ to the Lord now, but I think that stingy mother-fucker’s tryna thin us out. Yeah… I’m burnt out. Verse 1 Kinda fucked how I’m outta bucks now. Lost my whip, gotta catch the bus now. Missin’ all the little hints ’cause I’m in a rush now, racin’ to my end like it’s a touchdown. Ain’t got no friends, always up-down— roller-coaster-tycoon life. If I could die, I wouldn’t buy a new life; I’d try a new ride, slide with the cyanide tide. If not, fine—die another day, live to f***t another f***t. Hook (repeat) Man, I’m so mother-fuckin’ burnt out. Sick of livin’ at my mom’s house. Wishin’ we could ball out— Brothers had a fall out. Had a lotta love, now it’s all out. Prayin’ to the Lord now, but I think that stingy mother-fucker’s tryna thin us out. Yeah… I’m burnt out. Verse 2 Rollin’ round town tryna find me a job, so when I’m workin’ hard I can finally get some credit. But the town that I’m in, I’m bound to get robbed— I’m ready to rip a mother-fucker, come and get it. Didn’t even notice when enough was enough. When I said I didn’t need help—dog, that was bluff. Diamond in the rough with a scuff, ain’t worth much ’cause nobody showed love. You b**t it like mud, heat it up, treat it rough— no wonder I’m tough. (Yuh.) Bridge / Confession God as my witness, I am not privileged. I seek forgiveness, but the taste on my lips ain’t delicious. Over my scribbles I get vicious. The way I been livin’—no forgivin’. Ain’t got religion, just my kin ship. Ain’t into friendships, only got people from way back in the trenches. Prescription addiction afflictin’ the sick and they don’t give a shit ’cause they makin’ a killin’. The industry ready and willing. Caught in the conflict of not sellin’ drugs, fought with the effort to stop what I was. Probably pull through just to get shot by the fuzz— karma’s a w***e, let it do what it does. Hook (final, stripped) Man, I’m so mother-fuckin’ burnt out. Sick of livin’ at my mom’s house. Wishin’ we could ball out— Brothers had a fall out. Had a lotta love, now it’s all out. Prayin’ to the Lord now, but I think that stingy mother-fucker’s tryna thin us out. Outro (spoken, fading) Bankin’ on a good day tomorrow… Couple a days. Get out my business —or sign on the hit list. …God damn.