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Tired of Running Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Cinema
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Jared Nelson




Jay Cinema - Tired of Running Lyrics




Tired of running, my feet on the dirt
Head in the clouds, body on earth
What am I doing, I don't know my worth
A nigga been cursed since birth
Came out the womb with hurt
Playing the crib, niggas was playing the curb
Nickels and dimes, all that I had
Damaged my mind, pain in my past
The shit I would do, just to go back
Back to them issues, mom with tissues
Little old me, I was blind
Little old me, I had to shine
Look at me now, I'm wasting time
Pen in my hand, drawing a plan
Fam, tell me how to keep my head up
When my pockets too short, and my bread ain't enough
I got stress in my head, I swear this life is too tough
I be feeling too low, got so much to show
I need the world in my palms, I'm just tryna get the gold nigga
I can't take it no more, nah

Tired of running, see my legs moving
For too long long man, a nigga been losing
F*ck that, i'm sitting back plotting
Thinking to myself, nigga losing ain't an option
Tired of running, see my legs moving
For too long long man, a nigga been losing
F*ck that, i'm sitting back plotting
Thinking to myself, nigga losing ain't an option
Tired of running, see my legs moving
For too long long man, a nigga been losing
F*ck that, i'm sitting back plotting
Thinking to myself, nigga losing ain't an option
Tired of running, see my legs moving
For too long long man, a nigga been losing
F*ck that, i'm sitting back plotting
Thinking to myself, nigga losing ain't an option
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Tired of running, my feet on the dirt
Head in the clouds, body on earth
What am I doing, I don't know my worth
A nigga been cursed since birth
Came out the womb with hurt
Playing the crib, niggas was playing the curb
Nickels and dimes, all that I had
Damaged my mind, pain in my past
The shit I would do, just to go back
Back to them issues, mom with tissues
Little old me, I was blind
Little old me, I had to shine
Look at me now, I'm wasting time
Pen in my hand, drawing a plan
Fam, tell me how to keep my head up
When my pockets too short, and my bread ain't enough
I got stress in my head, I swear this life is too tough
I be feeling too low, got so much to show
I need the world in my palms, I'm just tryna get the gold nigga
I can't take it no more, nah

Tired of running, see my legs moving
For too long long man, a nigga been losing
F*ck that, i'm sitting back plotting
Thinking to myself, nigga losing ain't an option
Tired of running, see my legs moving
For too long long man, a nigga been losing
F*ck that, i'm sitting back plotting
Thinking to myself, nigga losing ain't an option
Tired of running, see my legs moving
For too long long man, a nigga been losing
F*ck that, i'm sitting back plotting
Thinking to myself, nigga losing ain't an option
Tired of running, see my legs moving
For too long long man, a nigga been losing
F*ck that, i'm sitting back plotting
Thinking to myself, nigga losing ain't an option
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Writer: Jared Nelson
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