No One Talks About Pain (Outro)
I done learned my lesson from the first time
Should've put my face on the curbside
Now we cool you my ride or die I'm
Still sorry bout that cause I put you in your worst times
Now I can't even look myself in the mirror
Can't sleep now my breakfast is my dinner
20 years from now I wish I'm still not bitter
Cause I need to pick myself up and I need to be bigger
When I give out trust man I get treated like a dawg
I just wanna leave this place and vacay out to Prague
I can't stand it no more feel like fucken broken kneecaps
I go do my own shit now cause I don't need your feedback
I was going strong but then caught up in a speed trap
I can't even relax no more sit back and I recap
Fantasize bout the better times yea
Pen a rhyme and I feel a rise yea
Fucked a friendship up now she want no part of me
I just miss your voice and I just miss you fucken calling me
If you hear this then I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart
Thought that it was better for us planned it from the start
But I'm so wrong, so wrong yea
Wasn't you it was cause my fucken life's been so hard
Seen my dawg stab my other dawg in the back
Put a pause on the cause, put the thoughts in my rap
Don't take it in a way that I be saying that I'm innocent
Maybe all the shit that I've seen stripped me out my innocence
I don't even trust myself I gotta be so vigilant
The only way to save myself I put some words on instruments
I done learned my lesson from the first time
Should've put my face on the curbside
Now we cool you my ride or die I'm
Still sorry bout that cause I put you in your worst times
Now I can't even look myself in the mirror
Can't sleep now my breakfast is my dinner
20 years from now I wish I'm still not bitter
Cause I need to pick myself up and I need to be bigger
But I feel small fuck it, I'm a scared little puppet
Man loud and liquor cover almost half my fucken budget
People always tell me go and tuck it
Fuck it if I ever do pull a bullet it be through my fucken stomach
Fighting through my troubles I won't back down
Focus on myself fuck the background
Talk about my feelings I'm damn clown
But when I put it in a rap then it's facts, how?
Go and intake all the hate to my brain but I never show when I'm in pain
Hells probably better than this place
Man my whole life feels like a mistake
Should've put my face on the curbside
Now we cool you my ride or die I'm
Still sorry bout that cause I put you in your worst times
Now I can't even look myself in the mirror
Can't sleep now my breakfast is my dinner
20 years from now I wish I'm still not bitter
Cause I need to pick myself up and I need to be bigger
When I give out trust man I get treated like a dawg
I just wanna leave this place and vacay out to Prague
I can't stand it no more feel like fucken broken kneecaps
I go do my own shit now cause I don't need your feedback
I was going strong but then caught up in a speed trap
I can't even relax no more sit back and I recap
Fantasize bout the better times yea
Pen a rhyme and I feel a rise yea
Fucked a friendship up now she want no part of me
I just miss your voice and I just miss you fucken calling me
If you hear this then I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart
Thought that it was better for us planned it from the start
But I'm so wrong, so wrong yea
Wasn't you it was cause my fucken life's been so hard
Seen my dawg stab my other dawg in the back
Put a pause on the cause, put the thoughts in my rap
Don't take it in a way that I be saying that I'm innocent
Maybe all the shit that I've seen stripped me out my innocence
I don't even trust myself I gotta be so vigilant
The only way to save myself I put some words on instruments
I done learned my lesson from the first time
Should've put my face on the curbside
Now we cool you my ride or die I'm
Still sorry bout that cause I put you in your worst times
Now I can't even look myself in the mirror
Can't sleep now my breakfast is my dinner
20 years from now I wish I'm still not bitter
Cause I need to pick myself up and I need to be bigger
But I feel small fuck it, I'm a scared little puppet
Man loud and liquor cover almost half my fucken budget
People always tell me go and tuck it
Fuck it if I ever do pull a bullet it be through my fucken stomach
Fighting through my troubles I won't back down
Focus on myself fuck the background
Talk about my feelings I'm damn clown
But when I put it in a rap then it's facts, how?
Go and intake all the hate to my brain but I never show when I'm in pain
Hells probably better than this place
Man my whole life feels like a mistake
Credits
Writer(s): Sriraj Mallur
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