Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Painkillers, artist - Cannibal Ox. Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Painkillers |
| Yo, some nights we got so drunk |
| Its like we miss the feeling |
| Of a never ending headache |
| And a spinning ceiling |
| The sob story of an alcoholic |
| On his hands and knees |
| Praying to that porcelain toilet |
| Whether behind bars or in front of? |
| scars? |
| We use medicine to numb the rap? |
| bar? |
| I might tell you something that’ll change your death |
| Pain kills the life |
| Pleasure loves the breath |
| Ox I? |
| compel? |
| I’ll spit this in hell |
| With L’s hanging off my body |
| And no ice cooler |
| Every rhyme I write |
| Is civilize my future wife |
| Breaking her water |
| In a time without order |
| Yo, chaos is born |
| A seance is spawned |
| And I resurrect like? |
| beings? |
| That resemble red? |
| dawns? |
| I guess that’s why I was born |
| To recognize the beauty of a rose’s thorn |
| And learn from the strife of a soul that’s torn |
| To be forewarned |
| Just to be forearmed |
| So let that thought settle |
| As we backpeddle |
| Through the seven seas of info |
| That’ll crush your ego |
| Some of us pop pills and snort coke |
| To pain kill |
| Some of us rap drugs and bear witness |
| Cause life’s ill |
| Y0, but true happiness comes from within |
| You can’t rely on a substance |
| Look at addiction for instance |
| And in an instance |
| You’ll wake up out of that |
| Requiem for a Dream |
| But you still caught it in the rectum |
| Right here trapped in the box |
| Thinkin' |
| Rap’s all I got |
| Smoke too much pot |
| Bones with? |
| chromes? |
| twisted in knots |
| Cold vein with thoughts |
| Bubbling hot |
| Stoned in the bedroom |
| Writin’this poem |
| Off the phone |
| Caught a head rush |
| Smoke clouded my dome |
| At the end of my ropes |
| Writing these notes |
| Hopin’to float |
| On what is bullshit |
| Pull spliffs? |
| flowin'to Goats? |
| The sky’s the limit |
| Stay powered vision |
| Visualize the body righteous |
| Lost cipher |
| The mind’s wisdom |
| Helped me through life’s transitions |
| I’m in a tight position |
| Hungry-ass shit flippin' |
| With no sex or? |
| wretch? |
| This stress got my chest a mess |
| Breathless |
| I’m vexed |
| Trying to escape out of the depths |
| Of hell’s nest |
| So i rest inhale |
| The? |
| tone and bless? |
| And let the stress exhale |
| Through clouds of cess |
| My mind foggy |
| And body wet |
| Poppin’shotties |
| Shot straight through the nostril |
| Cloudy with thoughts of ill type menageries |
| When pops used to tell me it wasn’t like this |
| with drugs and sex |
| up in my day, |
| But poppy |
| Shit really changed |
| Yo niggaz is losing their minds |
| And I can’t really blame them |
| I’m losing my brain |
| In these times |
| And I’m ?angered? |
| with hangovers |
| Ready to ride off a cliff with a Range Rover |
| Like I was fuckin’Thelma &Louise |
| And if I had a trigger I would squeeze |
| But? |
| leave? |
| Blow my whole head off and bleed |
| Trying to get that same feeling |
| Every day pain killing |