Letras
I'm sick of doing this shit
I'm sick of doing this shit
Dreams of me making it big
Too much time, I wanna live
Haven't been me in a while
Haven't been me in a while
Maybe I'll switch up the style
Step in my shoes, walk a mile
I got some dreams of, um, getting it made
Five years of grinding, still not getting paid
Doing this shit ever since the 9th grade
All black Huaraches, Lil Uzi, and Blade
I'm tryna remember, but it always fade
I met some people, but they never stayed
Fuck 'em, they left me, but I guess I'm the same
Gotta be lonely when making a name
Making music on the phone, yuh
Acting funny, boy, you grown up
Do it 'cause I've been alone, yuh
Think about me when I'm gone, yuh
Doing this shit on my own, yuh
Just a kid writing songs
I'm sick of doing this shit
I'm sick of doing this shit
Dreams of me making it big
Too much time, I wanna live
Haven't been me in a while
Haven't been me in a while
Maybe I'll switch up the style
Step in my shoes, walk a mile
Different things, falling out of love
Everybody wanna pass me up
'Cept your shorty, and she bad as fuck
Took your bitch, is you mad or what?
Way I'm living, that shit sad as fuck
But I don't really wanna fade out
I don't really wanna stay now
All this shit I wouldn't lie for
Really shit I wouldn't die for
Sike, this shit I'd really die for
Spending all that fucking time for
Maybe, shit, I should've tried more
Stuck up for me and my pride more
Got up early off my side more
Still, I see it with my eyes closed
They don't know how much I tried though
They don't know how much I tried though
They don't know how much I—
You the type to hold me back
I'm the type to let you go
Working on the things I lack
I should probably let you know
I'm sick of doing this shit
I'm sick of doing this shit
Dreams of me making it big
Too much time, I wanna live
Haven't been me in a while
Haven't been me in a while
Maybe I'll switch up the style
Step in my shoes, walk a mile