Depressive Tongue Posse - I'M TIRED OF WAKING UP FEELING BAD ERRY MORNING lyrics

[Sharxxx] I'm comin' back to rappin' for a minute, just to give a clinic This is how you do it, you don't sit around on Twitter clickin' This is why I'm quittin', I don't wanna hear no sh**ty kids Actin' like they criminals when they are just some little women Jumpin' off the ship when I get my shipment of mari-wayna If hip-hop is a child, then I'm comin' up with the f**in' hanger Me n' Froot can still write some f**in' bangers, but I am filled with f**in' anger So I'm on hiatus til you f**boys get your sh** together Man, I liked livin' better when there was no internet or telephone And if you wanted to hit me up you writ a letter Man, I wish irony wasn't the only thing these people feel The DTP tried, and I thought we stumbled onto something real But it was just another f**in' flash from a dying bulb Inspired by hundreds of pills, d**, and the f**in' wheel That spins us around, and it don't care if you fall And I don't care if you got a million followers, I don't wanna hear your song I just don't wanna live that long, I still just find it so hard to get up and listen to all Of your f**in' b**hin', yall need to get the f** up off the internet Get the f** up off the internet Get off the internet I'm 27 and I finally quit the cigarettes Finally givin' this sh** a rest Finally saw that Hell is where we livin' at And all yall is some devilish minions, so me n' Prof about to get the strap [Prof] Alright then, let's get serious Gotta take a break from this game, cuz it's makin' me delirious You know I only wear this mask to seem a little more mysterious Just a middle-cla** kid, with a handful of sh**ty life experience But now it's time to say bye, can't deny, the Posse was more than just sin Beats so fly, we defy, all your white-boy rap preconceptions It's not deception, Sharxxx can take your a** to school Cause an inception and change your perception of hip-hop's every single rule but I'm... I'm tired of waking up feeling bad every morning... [Prof] But I'm out now, I've got other fields to sew Cuz I know that my flow won't less the debts that I owe This verse is worth nothing unless maybe I pull a Van Gogh But we were out here, and now my chest is clear [Boy Froot] Chillin' and k**in' my drink never spillin' So f** what you think, Boy Froot, I am the villain Go to the shrink but it's never fulfilling Throw up in the sink after i am done drillin' A nasty a** ho, f** what you know, Boy Froot the k**er put ten on it tho I'm the gravedigga that's diggin' the holes Smokin' a bowl yo I'm always so stoned If u don't like me then f** you I don't give a sh**, i'm bout to quit, I don't want to f**in spit But my rap game ridiculous, flow so meticulous All the weed I blow you won't believe it less you witness it Don't give a f**, dead body in the trunk Got Sharxxx in this b**h and we getting' real buck Always actin' up, lean in my cup Arizona tea, b**h I can't get enough Everytime i wake up, I gots to get my cake up b**h you know its Froot, I'm the yung heart breaker Ima take ya loot n then you bouts to meet ya maker I got blood on my suit n it be drippin down the paper That I wrote this on, right after I smoked a bong Healin' them with laugher, know I gots to float along the river Makin' b**hes quiver while I'm takin' out their liver My hands are never shakin' while I'm pullin' on the trigger Blap! Blap! How you like that? Look at the gat and yo face go splat I'ont give a f**, the Professor on the track The Depressive Tongue makin' b**hes lie flat [Sharxxx] I'm tired of givin' this sh** my all, then I watch it fall I'm tired of listenin' to these songs over and over and over And makin' sure they all slap, when all these clowns release is crap Ten mixtapes a year and they all belong in the f**ing trash