Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Painkillers, artist - Everlast. Date of issue: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Painkillers |
| I’ve been up all night |
| On the red-eye flight |
| The dawn’s early light |
| Got the skyline bright |
| I’m in the back of a car service |
| My driver’s kinda nervous |
| Cause I’m toking on a blunt that’s fat |
| He’s say «You know where you at?» |
| I say «I know where I am |
| And if you really want a tip than mista don’t get flam |
| I ain’t tryin to be rude |
| And I ain’t stressin you gramps |
| But this shit right here it be the breakfast of champs.» |
| I’ve been tokin on this since 13 years old |
| And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold |
| And ain’t nobody sneezin at the money I fold |
| And I ain’t here for your pleasin so put that shit on hold |
| Just keep your mouth shut |
| And get me to the hotel |
| And turn the radio up |
| While I finish this ell |
| (doorman greeting Mr. Ford) |
| I hop out my car |
| Step into the lobby |
| Everybody’s on the floor |
| It’s a motherfucking robbery |
| The shit’s in progress |
| I can feel the stress |
| I wondered silently to God how I get in this mess? |
| They told me to freeze |
| And get down on my knees |
| Between my jewels and my cash I’m holdin 35g's |
| They told me to run it |
| So I got bold and I fronted |
| And like Slick Rick said «I know I shouldn’t a done it.» |
| Cause now they standin over me, watching me bleed |
| Damn I gotta quit smoking all this weed |
| There’s a pain in my chest |
| But yo I must be blessed |
| Cause before I faded out I saw EMS |
| The paramedics |
| They greet me with some anasthetics |
| They killing my pain |
| They screamin my name |
| Trying to keep me in the conscience world |
| I’m thinking bout my mom my sister and my girl |
| I’m prayin to God don’t let this go too far |
| As they rushed me into the ST. |
| Luke’s O. R |
| They pulled the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar |
| Now I’m wearin this scar |
| Cause I tried to play hard |
| (doctor talking to Mr. Ford) |
| Yo this can’t happen to me |
| I just can’t believe it |
| Trapped in a wheelchair |
| A Parapalegic |
| There ain’t no rehab |
| There ain’t no therapy |
| For the rest of my life |
| Someone’s gotta take care of me |
| And people stare at me with pity in they eyes |
| And every morning I rise |
| To a life of despise |
| And everynight I think I might never rock the mike again |
| Cause my brain’s fucked up on Percocet and Vicodine |
| Might as well be heroin pulsing through my veins |
| Gotta cure these pains |
| Or blow out my brains |
| To free me from these chains |
| I’m trapped in this physical hell |
| To walk again I just might sell my soul |
| And I’m only 20-something years old |