Sick & Tired

I give too much of me sometimes, it's too late, it's too late
For me to give a fuck, I see the signs, my doomsday is today

In my head, I'd settle down and not fuck around
But I think that I met my fucking match and it's hard to catch me now

I'm sick and tired of waiting for karma to pay me back
I'd be a liar if I said I might not have a heart attack
All I need is one day where things all go my way
I'm fucking tired, I think today I'll never leave my bed

I'm one second from a breakdown
Too stressed and now I'm getting a break-out
My two cents is that I'ma get a payout
I dig deep and I end up getting laid out

I hate me so much sometimes, it's too late, it's too late

In my head, it went so much better, but it seems whenever
I paid all my debts, it amounts to nothing, there's always something else

I'm sick and tired of waiting for karma to pay me back
I'd be a liar if I said I might not have a heart attack
All I need is one day where things all go my way
I'm fucking tired, I think today I'll never leave my bed

And it's getting hard at times, I think I'm losing my mind
If I spend another year promising the world that I'm blowing up
And I never could unwind in this constant race against time
I've realize I'm fucking terrified of seeing myself growing up

I'm sick and tired of waiting for karma to pay me back
I'd be a liar if I said I might not have a heart attack
All I need is one day where things all go my way
I'm fucking tired, I think today I'll never leave my bed
I think today I'll never leave my bed