I think we all know what it's like I think, I think we all know what it's like Being sick and tired I'm sick of liars, sick of writing, sick of trying I'm sick of not being invited Sick of watching from the sideline I'm sick of waiting on my time to shine I'm sick of dying inside Inside of me, there's this little piece There's a little piece of me still alive fightin' my inner demons Tryna write my history, no revising I'm feelin' like my enemies, so much envy inside me I call on Jesus to remind me Hold me Hold me I'm sick and tired of all this judgment, judgment Sick and tired of all this runnin' Done, no more runnin'