Night Lovell — SICK, TIRED

What better way for mr
Paul to write about his journey than to use his own blood as the ink
Think you better than me when you ain't done nothing, nigga, in the room
I've been running around so much
I could have ran it, made it terrible
It's been right for so damn long
I thought
I made it up
But here comes the thunder
Now it's coming, now it's coming