Pain歌词

作词 : Jess Willard/Rakim Mayers/Soufien Rhouat/Khalid Muhammed
作曲 : Jess Willard/Rakim Mayers/Soufien Rhouat/Khalid Muhammed
Uh, Pain
Uh, Pain
Uh, Pain
Uh
So figure up, *******ning like the star
With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down
Hands on the ground, back against the wall
Tell me who you’d call when no one else around
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
The future will be televised, haters getting genocide
23 and 43, I’m talkin my more jealous sides
My ******s is hella fly, you over accessorize
Better not, it’s in my repertoire, forever ever high
I never lie, never tell a lie, I would testify
Set aside dreams, I’m a king ask Aretha Scott
Two faced, bad ass, in a nice set of thighs
We on the *******, I need a umbrella ella ella ah
Everybody knows me
*******t, still ain’t got no cash
*******, get that glass quick
Post my bad habits
****** you and your Instagram
Match around man though
Royal blue folls, getting head in the red Lambo
Media take me out, tmz all in the vip
******* I’m hard and my lube come free
Too much boss if you ask me
Almost ****** fame, but she came with money
I got two bad *******, haters wanna take em from me
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action
Tryina get on in this industry
Acting like your birthday
[Breaking down ******* with the ebt
These male groupies doing it
However, whatever they seeing on the box
Everybody spit, everybody hide, everybody anonymous
Solost, ******s talking dollars getting change
In a minute I’mma lose 2 scrit
Well one, give the full 98
Like ****** coach, I’m cutthroat
So what ghost? Do you head for the year they say might be the end?
Better look within
Uh
Glisten the glamors, we pose for the cameras
Get all ******s with me, they pose with the hammers
Ghetto goes with me, pimp toes in the sandals
No dirty laundry, get your nose out my Henny boy
Clothes in my hand boy, that baby need camouflage
Rims from the pen, you would think I was a samurai
Drop rocks, bloomy scott pens, ******* it’s hammer time
Getting dirty money but I keep my hand sanitized
Life is what you need, won’t you take a Z? Feel the breeze
Smoke the Sour Deeze, hit that *******t and please act at ease
Wouldn’t you wanna be like the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3’s
Star, that’s Hollywood, won’t you rest in peace?
So figure up, *******ning like the star
With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down
Hands on the ground, back against the wall
Tell me who you’d call when no one else around