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pain - naught capacity lyrics

[chorus: owen plural]
locked with the pain and the meds drive me insane
shooters runnin’ late and we top it to refrain (pow)
chasers with the claim, something for their name (go)
with ’em dogs we rolling, yeah, we up for the game

[verse: rayche]
anna for the static and the meds here for pain
imma go induce the slaughter bodies drop this sh*t gon’ rain (rain)
cut the ones who dare, nothing feds have been aware (pow*pow)
with the bl!cky on you, you can scream but they won’t hear (tss)
instinct purely russian, likе the opps that we be crushing
thеy be slippin’ when they rushing, 102 now up to something (up to something)
just from bureau with their cuffing, just from the hearing they know nothing (nothing)
and you see me gon’ fly and my numbers 556

[chorus: owen plural]
locked with the pain and the meds drive me insane (say*say; oh, yeah, insane)
shooters runnin’ late and we top it to refrain (say)
chasers with the claim, something for their name (ha, go)
with ’em dogs we rolling, yeah, we up for the game (for the game)

[verse: owen plural]
and someone go insane, one hour away, b*tch (i can hear their voice)
their voice so loud, i wanna slay (ain’t no way)
they don’t know my name (b*tch)
what the f*ck you talk about, no, we’re not the same
[bridge: owen plural]
‘cuz i’m empty (yeah)
and i’m fancy (yeah)
i’ve got all the pictures hidden in plain sight
so they can catch me, yeah
i’m on fire, i won’t talk and let him die
and it’s mine, why you lie

[verse: owen plural]
and you’re talking like a man from east side, from east side
but you’re lookin’ like a b*tch from b*tch side, from b*tch side
from bi*, from b*tch side, you are mine (you are mine)
from east side, b*tch, from east side, b*tch (yeah)
from east side, b*tch (from*from)
from east side, b*tch, yeah, f*ck my life, b*tch (b*tch)
you’re thot, b*tch, not from east side, b*tch (b*tch)
i’m f*cking star, you’re thot, f*ck my life, b*tch (b*tch)
you’re thot, b*tch, not from east side (yeah, you’re thot)
yeah, you’re thot

[pre*chorus: owen plural]
locked with the pain and the meds drive me insane
shooters runnin’ late and we top it to refrain
chasers with the claim, sumn*sumn for their name (ha)

[chorus: owen plural]
locked with the pain and the meds drive me insane (oh, yeah, insane)
shooters runnin’ late and we top it to refrain
chasers with the claim, someth*something for their name
with ’em dogs we rolling, yeah, we up for the game

- naught capacity lyrics

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