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pain6 - worson lyrics

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[intro]

it’s fo’ ma pain
fo’ all ma pain
with all ma pain
pain

don’t ask me ‘bout pain
appreciate ya pain
the way shawty’s eyes sayin’ is pain

it’s pain
pain

[chorus]

pain pain pain pain
pain in ma neck
pain in ma chest
pain in ma meds
pain thru ma brains
pain thru ma veins
pain thru ma veins

[verse 1]

im payin’ for some pain
pain starts ma brain
sad and lazy brain
and ma pain works
better than cocaine

what’s the catch ?
the catch is * i’m still catchin’ fades
from those poppy*heads
i tuk while
gettin head from the …

b*tch heavyweight
hope she’s ‘she’ * she’s so fake
f*cks me unconscious*wasted
i could sue her for rape

yo, wait… don’t go away
you know i like the way you rape
b*tch too easily offended
she’ll prolly raise up da check

[bridge]
on the side
psycho b*tch she got ma back
and she got big ass knife
come any closer * you’ll regret
studio on the line
ey know me pain is ma best shape
i work only at night
i tuk ‘em zanniez 8 am

[chorus]

and i’m so ’n pain
pain pain pain
pain in ma legs
pain in ma hands
pain in ma chest
pain through ma breath
pain in ma bread
pain is ma bread
payin’ for her dress
payin’ for her ass
payin’ for her meds
payin’ for first class
payin’ nonetheless
payin’ more than less
pain pain
pain thru ma veins

[interlude]

yo, i tuk sm
i don’t feel anything

i mean literally
i don’t feel ma body and sh*t

unno i need sm
to keep spittin’ this sh*t

take sm wok
take a walk
i be sinnin’ and sh*t

[verse 2]

don’t leave b*tch ’n ma crib
tho i asked fo’ sleepover

my crib look so weird
like designed by rick owens

come out, torch sm weed
and it shines thru da whole night

got ’n ma pocket full clip
put mask on * i’m a ghostface

(down) down da block
pass the club * f*ck ‘em rich kids

i step to old spot:
b*tches on rocks, strippers on biscuits

b*tch offer suck ma d*ck
she’s hiv, could i risk it?

ma boy just got outta prison
we’ve sm unfinished business

[bridge]

he screamin’ like a b*tch
grab a knife, slice ma chest

he ain’t know he better keep this knife
for later — for ebay

‘em mof*ckaz know i’m childish
imma show you sm ‘child’s play’

f*cka, you’ll always be an l
but thank you, thank you fo’ da pain

l f*cka
thank u fo’ da pain

(b*tches get up)

[verse 3]

hunnit benjis, double addies
before b*tches get up

now i gotta f*ck da money
girl, you gotta get out

6 diff powders
in ma make*up box from chanel

paranoia — tinted truck —
phantom menace

dodgin’ every single call —
they think i’m dead

ma momma tell me
‘go and slay em’ — norman bates

sugar addict
all i eat a day * k*kakes

they got too much
i never get enough on plate (plate)

exhausted playa
im in pain and imma play em

freak shawty loves ma pain
i took her for the yeah (yeah!)

give me ya blood — straight from the veins
i hate ‘em pack (packs)

don’t touch ‘em virgins tho
i hate em candy canes (canes)

why she’s wit me? —
cos she feels my potential fame (fames)

she tries to read ma mind
i got a creepy brain (brains)

- worson lyrics

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