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

(Feat. Kimbra)

You think you—

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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!

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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

I don't know, uh, 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, it's too ****

Really?

Yeah, they had to make **** version just to take it off

It was just like, it's 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

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