JPEGMAFIA - TIRED, NERVOUS & BROKE! (SICK, NERVOUS AND BROKE!) lyrics

You think you complete kurt man

Why the fuck you say that shit you
Say if you ain't mean it? I don't believe it
She bumpin' Brent but she black as Ben Carson
(yeah, yeah) back in the bricks
I was givin' dick to all my sergeants
(yeah, yeah) i know you mad 'cause your
Friends ain't no Gs (Not at all)
And we got straps as big
As Dugg in my apartment (One, one)
Keep it on the hip
When I load the clip I'ma blow the cartridge
(Bah)
And aim that heat at your garments, boy

What about that shit you said them
Years when I was broke? (yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to
Get beat up at my show? (yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous
And broke (Word)
You thought that I forgot but bitch
I'm never letting go
I got 'em on the ropes (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing it left and get 'em gone
(Uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him some more
(Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin' me, baby
Or do you need it more?
I keep straight faces like Casey
Whenever I'm in court
I can't keep making fire
I never pass the torch (yeah)
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up
All these Terry McGinnis
Black Canelo puttin' on a clinic (yeah)
They don't know how I'm doin' it, still
Stuck on how I did it, weak

I wish I would sidechain that kick
To a beat, bitch, please
That's shit you need, bum! Complete hmm

Why the fuck I'm still here walking
'round if you a demon?
See? (Mm-mm) I don't believe it (Not at all)
When I shoot my shit, I don't never miss
Bet I hit hit my target (yeah, yeah)
And they gonna learn quick
I'm the wrong nigga to start with it
(yeah, yeah) i know why you hate
'cause you don't feel safe
In your own apartment (Nah)
I know why you hate
'cause you know you lame
Even though you balling (Shake it up)
Yeah, I see the bitch in you niggas
I know that's common (Uh)
The money can't change how
A bitch nigga started (Shake it up)
End up makin' threats
(yeah) , start off paying homage (Shocked)
Caught for possession
I feel like Sarah McLachlan (Brrah)
Bitch, drop your nuts
I'm tired of tweetin' and talking
Pretty socks, big Glocks, bitch
I'm with the nonsense, come here uh

What about that shit you said that
Year when I was broke? (yeah)
And what about buyin' a ticket to
Get beat up at my show? (yeah, yeah)
The opposition sick of me, tired, nervous
And broke (Word)
You thought that I forgot but bitch
I'm never letting go
I got 'em on the rope (Huh?)
Hit him hard, swing it left and get him gone
(Uh)
Pick him up, dust him off, give him some more
(Uh)
All my opps sick, tired, nervous, and broke
And they still take me as some j (Man, huh?)
Now, are you feelin' me, baby
Or do you need it more?
I kiss their faces like Casey
Whenever I'm in court
I can't keep making fire
I never pass the torch (yeah)
Lil' Bruce Wayne, I'm so special with it
Beyond your reach tryna big up
All these Terry McGinnis
Black Canelo puttin' on a clinic (yeah)
They don't know how I'm doin' it, still
Stuck on how I did it, weak

Uh uh

No, no, no, hahaha
You know it's so close, next to anything
I'm like, "Where'd that go?"
Man, that album is fire
It has some wack shit on there, but man
It has some shit on there that's just like
Woo
There's a song on there that's actually too
Really? yeah, they had to make fucking
Versions to take it off it was just like too
It just can't be stomached by the
No, no, it was like the first track
I was like, "Oh my God"
I like it, but I was like
So okay, let's do that again yeah
It's just the whole thing
So just sing with me

You're selfish like me
It's why we get along famously
It's too late for me, baby
I don't wanna be sold out, baby
I don't wanna be stressed out for profit
I don't wanna be gone that long
Okay, you'll get yours and I'll get mine
You'll get yours and I'll get mine

And then like
You can alternate any of those
Whatever you want okay, hold on