Text: Hi-Tek. Hi-Teknology Vol. 2: The Chip. So Tired.

(feat. Dion, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Pretty Ugly)

[Chorus: Dion]
Tired, so tired
It's a shame the way I'm livin this life, but I keep livin it
Smoke to get high
And the weed and hennessy don't do nothin but I keep rippin it
It's the way I live my life
It's my life and how I live in the sunshine, my nigga
It's just the way I live my life
It's my life and how I live in the sunshine

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Man, day-in day-out it's the same old same
I'm tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main
A little purp in the swisher
A little purp in the cup
A little purp in my system
and I can't give myself up
I kick myself up out the bed
Out the door to the block
Motivate my way to the corner and hustle the rocks
I don't love what I'm doin, but I hate where I'm stayin
So I be out with the truth's, cause it's due's that I'm payin
Prayin I can find a way up out this bottomless pit
Cause livin like how I'm livin ain't hittin no shit
Niggas tell it like it's nothin so there's no one to trust
And for me to see tomorrow by any means is a must
So ain't no need to fuss about it, take it day-by-day
Get my hustle on and keep these hater's out my way
I trust no niggas and trust no ho's
And I'm never really asleep, there's only one eye closed
So I'm tired

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
My work, shit is also playtime
When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes
A drink'll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top
Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot
I come out and take another swig
Another brew, another blunt, another cig
Shit, who got the liquor nigga
Fuck it, I'll drink it even though, you know, it gets me sicka quicka
I'm goin hard, yet, I'm still on the clock
My homie got the weed, my partna got the pills on lock
And, whatever-ya else you want from speed to syrup
But I prefer the herb
And I drink, so I got to watch how I behave
My beer was frozen ? tried to put it in the microwave
I got to focus cause tonight we got a show
And you know we gonna be drinkin and smokin some mo'
But ughhh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Pretty Ugly]
Now personally, I don't give a fuck who forget about me when I'm dead and gone
Cause most of the people who don't care won't even hear this song
I been a lot of place's I thought I'd never ever be
And I seen a lot of things I thought I'd never ever see
My momma told me that these streets gonna be the death of me
I've been in situations from murder's to the burglaries
I'm a pretty dude, why ugly dudes always be testin me
I'm a skinny dude, why big dudes always be testin me
I make it happen real fast, unexpectedly
My hood shootouts be exactly like the Westerns be
I tell a judge and jury I was just defendin' me
And intimidation is no relation, only kin to me
I usually ride by myself, there's never men with me
I'm a grown man, I don't need no men to send for me
Cause it ain't no vest on me, don't think you got the best of me
That ain't the way I'm supposed to die, that ain't my destiny

[Chorus]