Tired

[Intro: Tom Petty]

I'm tired of srewin' up, tired of goin' down

Tired of myself

Tired of this town

[Verse 1: E-dubble]

Small pond, big pond, the fish are the only difference

City outta harmony lingering on the dissonance

Fisherman, wrapping up citizens with their fishing nets

Sometimes chemical, some plain old imprisonment

Dissidents laughing at themselves as if they had a voice

Acting like technology really gives them a better choice

Protect our borders as we stack up our elitism

Defeatism is what we pretend that we keep believin' in

I'm straddling both lines, the quietest re-volt

Politicians fake like they caring that we-vote

Legalese ver-bose, cause if its plain english

Then us add, ritalin, riddled children might get it

And if they do, then your fucked, when they know what's up

You might start seeing public servants dressed as little punks

No tie, no suit they just lookin for some truth

Campaign funds came from hacked ATM booths

Talkin' grass roots, man they talkin' run and shoot

I just sit back and figure out what the fuck to do

And of course I want the loot but everyone should have the freedom first

Tryna find a balance between callous and liberal bleeding jerk

One hand in my pocket, one fist in the air

White guy from the suburbs like I probably shouldn't care

But fuck this establishment, I really ain't havin it

Manipulate like machiavelli until I'm grabbin it

[Hook: Tom Petty]

I feel summer creepin' in and I [3x]

I'm tired of this town

[Verse 2: E-dubble]

Me too Tom

Shift gears, 6th gear, mash it until I get there

Illadelphia state of mind until I get my head clear

DMV stand up, Baltimore and what

The politics of everything suck, so just man up

Don't know what to stand for at least I'm still upright

Even those on the down low can be uptight

Not me, I'm me, balls in my hand

When I'm spittin' cause my potency's stronger than any mans

And I'm never laying down, my feet are not in the sand

Only vacations we get are at the bottom of a glass

Top me off again, poppin' vodka for a tan

This fifth is like a time machine or a weekend in japan

Line by line my rhymes revealin' just what's inside of me

Nothing to be proud of but at least I get it outta me

How did he, trick the doctor out of a lobotomy

Whatever he's got should probably be put inside a bottle please

FDA approval then it fixes the economy

Rationality becomes the standard for the commonry

Less bombings and a sharp decline in whose in poverty

Suddenly the nobel peace prize goes to a rhymer like Bang!

[Hook]