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Magic So Tired

Shhh, hell couldn't keep us in shackles We head over heals with the demons in back of us, sitting soldier for having [Hook] [Magic] I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired

fat, so what's up with that I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good, they put me in check So believe when I say I'm no

Pep Boy When it came to dope I was quick to export Never tired of ballin' so it's on to the next sport New Mercedes Sedan, they'll export So many cars

's chrome on the wire, vogue on the tire T.I.P. refer to me as your majesty or sire Higher then the rest, Italian drop dead fresh So much say what I

I knew there would be magic but I turned at the last chance These idle hands are staying scared of making any plans 'Cause the fire needed tending and the windows are so

in the back of your Chevrolet What's my name? So magical I come and touch the game You motherfuckers really lust to gain Nothin' but hatin' and a look of disgust So

'm going Don't know where I'm at A little more than sand A bit far more than tragic Finding that you're gone And I'm alone, so here's a little magic

pictures Bitches see me, they wanna be me And all the brothers run to them 'cause they can't reach me For real maybe I'm magic, everyone David Coppafeel

was always down What is life? I'm tired of life I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committing so many sins Tired