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Angelo Mota - fed up out now: https://too.fm/ga7n8rm produced by angelo mota and angelo imani lyrics: [Chorus] Life wasn’t that simple I’m jumping out the window I go where the wind blow Fuck it, I’m fed up Fuck it, I’m fed up Fuck it, I’m fed up Fuck it, I’m fed up Tryna get my bread up Fuck it, I’m fed up Tryna get my bread up Fuck it, I’m fed up Fuck it, I’m fed [Verse One] They must want me dead Just gimme enough so I perform my best I ain’t had too much, the mandem on my head I ain’t catching up, my leg got too much lead My heart got too much dread It’s not enough air in my bed Do I got that much air inside my head Fuck it, I’m fed up (fuck it I’m fed, fuck it I’m fed, fuck it I’m fed) Making the bed up Word to my dead, yup They ain’t even got no breath no more, man How could I give up I’m back in the room, atten-hut I’m missing the funeral, man, fuck You see what I do for the man, huh Fuck it, I’m fed up It’s bout time I tear it up When I break the shit you care about, that’s when you care, huh [Chorus] Life wasn’t that simple I’m jumping out the window I go where the wind blow Fuck it I’m tearing up Fuck it I tear it up Fuck it, I’m fed up Fuck it, I’m fed up Fuck it, I’m fed up Fuck it, I’m fed up Fuck it, I’m fed [Verse Two] (I get no peace when I’m out at night) I was tryna recoup, jumping through hoops I was feeling cooped, might join a group Gotta focus (I get no peace) Getting choked up in the present Sometimes pain come as a present Wasn’t ever pleasant, I was independent (Silence in the V) Hope it last forever Pull another lever, wish you had it better Then it’s gone altogether (Ain’t no lights in the streets) (I don’t like this industry) But the back door and the trap door had another thing coming Closed shop, got another thing to sell them I ain’t never gonna settle Fire do what the matches tell em It’s a full moon, so the water level I was blowing steam, made me sing better Baby, I ain’t nothing but a kettle I could tell you something you ain’t never knew I could tell you something bout twenty two I could tell you something prolly not true And you still chew it You could plan everything you wanna do And you still might not get to do it You could be truant and a millionaire On the honor roll doing fifty years Either way, momma spilling tears out Cause it’s been a long way here, huh [Verse Three] Get the fuck back off me Swiss cheese you, it wouldn’t make you holy Tight squeeze till you start flowing like water Way too brittle, won’t someone fight for me I hate trauma but it make a nice story I got hands I been tryna throw with my author Breeze blowing, walking back from the night’s horrors I can’t fear the dark, hoe I’m light walking Couple more swings till I blow this shit open Imma keep swinging till I know the shit broken It’s a damn shame that you wouldn’t wait for me I was getting by just fine till you called me It’s a marathon, not a race lil shorty Life keep running while I tell it walk slowly Hands on my hips and say I’m tired, I’m tired I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired I’m tired [Outro] It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just; you don’t win You know what I mean? You won’t win You won’t win if you try and be like, too emotional And you won’t win if you try and be too rational and too logical In both instances, you fucking lose, you lose both ways It could be me that’s just like I just maybe view the world fucked up