Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tired Out, artist - Buck 65. Album song Talkin' Honky Blues, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.09.2003
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Tired Out |
When I cheated on sarah |
I couldn’t bring my self to speak |
I couldn’t sleep |
I couldn’t conentrate |
I was weak |
I was strangled by guilt |
My heart with glass balls |
Stone in my throat |
I acted like an asshole |
Sick to my stomach |
Knowing I should burn in bed |
Mad at myself |
I took it out on her instead |
Pushing it down |
Beign nice just felt phony |
Afraid of the phone ringing |
Not alone but feeling lonely |
Digging a hole |
Now that I got a taste |
I couldn’t get rid of it |
What an idiot what a waste |
Paranoid and dissapointed |
Living a nightmare |
My every oppurtunity to wash my hands was right there |
When I cheated on Sarah |
There wasn’t a star in the sky |
It was covered in clouds |
And I started to cry |
I was cold and I deserved to be |
Hardened and worthless |
Windows painted shut |
Rebel without a purpose |
Clowns smoking ciggarretes |
I think I thought I heard her name |
Killing time with my hands |
Waiting for the hurricane |
I’m tired out, pave the way, to low on gas to save the day |
Slaves and outlaws king and pharoes, no tomorrow slings and arrows I’m tired out |
I’m tired out, make the bed, scream loud enough to wake the dead |
Light a match, break the bread, all I can do is shake my head I’m tired out |
When Sarah found out I cheated on her |
Everything went to peaces |
Hatches were dug up |
My desperate words were meant for jesus |
I wanted to die |
The future wasn’t awfly stable |
Photographs burned while I stared at the coffee table |
The little dog laughed |
Shaded the cealing fan |
Words like broken glass this is what I really am |
Eye of the storm |
We passed damage back and forth |
Cool of her to be so kind |
She said I made a fool of her |
I ruled the sand castle |
Skeleton feeling mourn |
People were dying out and babies were beign born |
Caught in the headlights |
The rest of the day coming |
I pulled in my sleeve while she begged me to say something |
I’m tired out, pave the way, to low on gas to save the day |
Slaves and outlaws king and pharoes, no tomorrow slings and arrows I’m tired out |
I’m tired out, make the bed, scream loud enough to wake the dead |
Light a match, break the bread, all I can do is shake my head I’m tired out |