| It’s days like this when I think 'bout the past
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| I got pain on my mind, I got questions to ask
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| All these drugs on my soul, man, they tear me apart
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| It’s days like this when I think 'bout the past
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| 8,000 for drip and that is just minimum
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| My Rollie is brown, I call it the cinnamon
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| For this love, I’ll be buying you everything
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| I’m on codeine, can’t think about anything
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| I sip on this drink, it’s my medicine
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| We go straight to Dior and buy many things
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| These drugs go straight to my face
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| Off-White tags dropping on my laces
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| Pussy so sweet, it’s amazing
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| Fuck you in the trap, go crazy
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| Leather look cream like pastry
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| Killers still hiding their faces
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| They still got Goddy on basic
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| And I still spend twenty on trainers
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| And I still spill drink when I’m faded
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| And I still think your pussy is amazing
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| I just spent a hundred thou on Ranges
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| They think that it’s rented but girl, I paid it
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| No, that ain’t cap for sure
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| Bro got the pack from north
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| He got the wap, of course
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| Bro got the wap for sure so he moving paranoid
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| Slime, slatt with my slime 'cause he bring the packs back
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| Taking time with my mind, I’m off the Xanax
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| Coming up for a lil' slime, she going bye-bye
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| He said he got bricks of the shine but, nigga, we know that it’s rap cap
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| How do you feel? |
| How do you feel when you can buy love?
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| How do you feel? |
| How do you feel when you run out of love?
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| Said that I would hit her, now I’m on pills, taking this muck
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| Girl, I got codeine in my lungs
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| More time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the drugs 'cause I came
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| from a poor life
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| More time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the cup and I show you
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| what four like
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| I can show you more life, show you what Dior like
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| I wanna show life, girl, it’s your life, yeah
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| More time, more time, more time, crack and heroin, sell it by the shore side
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| More time, more time, more time, she just wanna see what Dior like
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| Frontline, frontline, frontline, frontline, I was there with the fiends
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| Moss Side, Moss Side, Moss Side, Moss Side, where I bought good B
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| She told to the jakes, that’s intelligence
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| Sip a litre of some lean when I reminisce
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| Baby girl, who you fuck, that’s irrelevant
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| Look at my ring and she told me I’m devilish
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| Told me your ex wasn’t levelling, I took her out of the country and showed her
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| some better things
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| Now she humming and ahhing like she got a speech impediment
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| She be in LA for the month and she told me I shouldn’t mix Perc with the lean
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| Percocets ready, she look in my face and she said «I think you should go clean»
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| Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, they ain’t ever making a nigga mummy cry
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| Prescrip— Prescrip— Prescrip— Prescription, I’m on a ride
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| More time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the drugs 'cause I came
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| from a poor life
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| More time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the cup and I show you
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| what four like
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| I can show you more life, show you what Dior like
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| I wanna show life, girl, it’s your life, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pain Game , by - D-Block Europe. Song from the album Street Trauma, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп