Tired of Acting

[Intro: CXRPSE]
Yuh, yuh
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah, gang
Gang, gang, yeah

[Verse 1: CXRPSE]
I-I been out walkin' for a minute
You're not gon' wanna be a menace
Tired of actin' and pretendin'
That I'm happy, but you will never get it
D-Don't sleep 'til the day break, leave 'em spinnin' like Beyblades
All I ever wanted was to stay safe
Top a shot down, screamin' mayday
Stressin' every second, then my brain breaks
Swear to God it can't fit in my defects
Maybe live happy, time to de-stress
Break myself apart to the preset
Look inside, I vomit like a reflex
I wanna strut my skin
I never wanna drink again
I wanna make my amends
Never hold off, lose sense
I don't wanna hurt my friends
I never wanna drink again
I wanna make my amends
Never hold off, lose sense

[Verse 2: GxWatts]
Who in the fuck are these bitch-ass feds who be talkin' that shit on the Internet?
I'm gonna pull up on you and gut yo' neck
Gonna make sure that I can save the rest (Bitch)
Blood spilled, you'll get killed
Pussy boy, you gon' need milk
You not that hard, you soft as fuck
You little bitch, you made of silk
I'm gon' sew your ass up like I'm gonna make a quilt
Just to make sure that your dumb ass doesn't yell or fuckin' squeal
I've been makin' sure that all my homies are able to wish a meal
I used to be inside that situation, so I know how it feels

[Interlude: Glitch]
W3
In this bitch
Ha ha ha ha
Hxxligvns out

[Verse 3: W3 & Glitch]
I'm tired of actin', I'm sick of the cappin', I know you be lyin' (Uh, yuh)
Grow out my hair so it flows through my horns like the mane of a lion (Uh, yuh)
This shit's got me goin' through too much burn-up with so little of time in, uh
Smoke the stress away, do it another day, feel like I'm flyin'
Make a mothafuckin' snap like a rubber band
I just picked up yesterday, I already got new shit in hand
Fungi take my mind to another land
I'm sick of gettin' so fucked up that I can't even stand (Uh, uh, yuh)

[Verse 4: Glitch]
Load the fuckin' choppa, then I'm headin' down yo' block
Get yo' fuckin' head rot (Uh, uh), then I'm bustin' at the cops, uh
Heard you fuckboys cappin', well that shit's about to stop
When I slide up on you bitch boys, get to bustin' on yo' chops, uh
Let the choppa rip, let the bodies fuckin' drop
Let 'em fall into the pit, let 'em all just fuckin' rot
Sick of all the bullshit and I'm sick of all the actin'
Pull up on you, never lackin', get my hammer, get to crackin', bitch!