[true/sha] Damn everything ("pain") gettin cold Cept for them bullet holes That the only thing hot Why the f*** did he had ("pain") does this to me? Why? damn ummm ("pain") shhhhit
This is how it's all gon' end Fuck that you bust at me i'm bustin back again Feel the heat ain't no way that you gon' fuc*** win Shit i set fire to a fuc*** friend Fried in the end, you think of death you gon' think of me With your last breath, that's how it's got to be The shell brought me closer to my god to be Hell brought me closer to my soul set free (pain) It's so much pain i'm almost givin up Phlegm mixed wit blood is what i'm bringin up "i hope i don't die" is what keep ringin up You better off dead is what somebody sayin Now nigga hold your head up, i'm only playin Never pray before but i'm prayin now (pain) Seen a flash of light and now i'm goin down The last thing i seen the crowd was gathering round
*ambulances and voices* "pain"
[tariq/breeze] It got real wit hot steel comin in Cuttin and giggin, diggin deeper, achin Keep awakin, the rest is long but goddammit the pressure's strong Fuckin pain, clutchin my brain, touchin the vain's arteries Bleedin heavily, part of me leavin steadily Gettin harder to breathe and yet i be still alive I'ma make it, i will survive, i'ma take it to the next level Yo i'm wildin, do the vex devil know my stylin Held down, hell-bound gravity havin me sinkin Thinkin i'm out (pain) motherfuc*** man Got a brother stuck in a jam Drive my son a buck and a scam Gettin me, wettin me, crimson drenched In my mind son i find some hymns entrenched A lot of mournful feign hummin Tomorrow's dawn, i swear that shit ain't commin
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