Denace - Tired Of Being Broke lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, there's two kinds of people today There's happy people and there's people like me [Verse 1] You think you know me, please you have no idea You think my life is great, sh** I cover up the tears But inside my scalp there's thoughts of burning hell Thoughts of hurting myself and homicide as well But you can't tell because I'm good at hiding myself I got a lot problems that I never shared with no one else I been to a lot of doctors but the sh** never helps They just stuck me with pills on the pain that I felt And as we press in aggression got neck deep in this depression Got me playing Russian Roulette with the smith and Weston Reminiscing back when days were glistening When things wer still clear and the puzzle pieces weren't missing sponsored links Those days I miss em', but those days are history Those days I kissed em' goodbye for good And those days are the old days Now it's pay the rent before you end up on the road days [Chorus] And I'm tired of being broke, I'm ready to stick you up Give me all your money b**h and that chain you got tucked I see you flossing all that ice, you must be balling But I don't got sh**, so hand me your wallet And I'm tired of being broke, I'm ready to stick you up Give me all your money b**h and that chain you got tucked [Verse 2] I'm tired of being broke with no gas in my probe I'm tired of living life stealing out of peoples homes Tired of not seeing money when I cash my check Sick of drinking to escape every change I get This life is no joke it will choke you to d**h Got me having panic attacks trying to catch my breath Working twelve hour days with six an hour pay Cleaning toilets, dish washing, Mark, I want my raise I deserve this sh**, I bust a sweat in this place Can't afford cigarettes because you stiffed me today And on top of all the bullsh** that I was going through My girl told me I'm sorry we're done, it's over, through That's a hit under the belt, can't imagine how I felt My world crumbled, my parents were to far to help I was on my own bunk crying every night alone At least I had good friends that kept me inside there home [Chorus] And I'm tired of being broke, I'm ready to stick you up Give me all your money b**h and that chain you got tucked I see you flossing all that ice, you must be balling But I don't got sh**, so hand me your wallet And I'm tired of being broke, I'm ready to stick you up Give me all your money b**h and that chain you got tucked