| «I have to go…»
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| «…an appointment with my psychiatrist»
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| Pressure building up
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| All I can do is pray that it’ll stop
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| Feeling dead when I walk
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| Vultures circlin' me in a flock
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| Shot by killer, what’s surgin'?
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| Nerves in a knot hurtin'
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| Fallin' through a spiral
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| Vital signs are looking uncertain
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| I’m not a young person
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| I’m not a dumb person
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| Blood in my throat
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| Tears in my eyes
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| Pain in my limbs
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| Lungs hurtin'
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| I don’t see the drugs workin'
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| Shit that was a dumb purchase
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| I’m paranoid they’re gonna find me
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| In a slump; |
| murdered
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| «Bwah, you lonely prick
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| You should be on some stony shit
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| Emotionless, forget about the worries
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| Then they won’t exist»
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| Won’t exist?
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| Man, people talk bullshit too much
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| I’m about to smoke this light bulb
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| While you pussies hit the blunt
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| Chop up Ajax in a line; |
| sniff it
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| Drink that bleach; |
| it tastes horrific
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| Shapes are shiftin'
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| Brain is missin'
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| In another place existing
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| Wave the one; |
| insane magician
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| Tape and listen back, you missed it
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| Twistin' off the cap and sippin' this radioactive liquid
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| Lettin' out the anger I was forced to hold
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| Fuck what you thought you know
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| Born to roll right over the edge
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| I live on Pain Avenue
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| I have a strange attitude
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| I’m sorry if I’m rude
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| It’s just I can’t fake gratitude
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| This the anger I was forced to hold
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| Fuck what you thought you know
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| Born to roll right over the edge
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| I live on Pain Avenue
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| I have a strange attitude
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| I’m sorry if I’m rude
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| It’s just I can’t fake gratitude
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| If I offend you; |
| Fuck You
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| Sorry that was harsh
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| My mind is rotten
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| Like some bodies buried in the marsh
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| I hear voices
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| I hear screamin'
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| I hear sirens
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| I’ve been dreamin' of bad things
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| When I’ve been sleeping
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| I’m gonna burn them alive and eat them
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| «That's pathetic
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| Passive aggressive
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| Now you’re really losing it mate»
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| I’m in pain and feelin' the hate
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| I know people can relate
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| Everybody’s out for themselves
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| Greedy motherfuckers
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| So dismissive
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| Not prepared to go the distance
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| Showin' no assistance to the needy
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| But there’s hope; |
| resistance buildin' up
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| I wanna climb a building with a rifle
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| And just kill these fuckers
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| The anger’s still eruptin'
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| So the lava’s drippin' on my clothes
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| And karma’s tryna kill me
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| It’s filthy
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| The drugs are in the spoon and lookin' milky
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| But how’s this shit gonna make me any stronger if it kills me?
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| Ill sweet dreams; |
| I’m havin'
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| Demons grabbin' at my soul
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| And pullin' it
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| I flee the madness
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| I would say «I'm happy»
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| But that’s pushin' it
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| Lettin' out the anger I was forced to hold
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| Fuck what you thought you know
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| Born to roll right over the edge
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| I live on Pain Avenue
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| I have a strange attitude
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| I’m sorry if I’m rude
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| It’s just I can’t fake gratitude
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| This the anger I was forced to hold
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| Fuck what you thought you know
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| Born to roll right over the edge
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| I live on Pain Avenue
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| I have a strange attitude
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| I’m sorry if I’m rude
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| It’s just I can’t fake gratitude |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pain Avenue , by - Verb T. Song from the album The Man with the Foggy Eyes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп