The Pain
What's the main goal
Not a mingle
Tango?
Fuck that
You know I said
Just what I meant
Better make amends
And the big man
Gotta go
You know my mental's a
Go get us some change
I say more money more bread
I got this sack I bag
It take the pain away
Phone ring ring ring
Uh
Same check insane
Whoa
Big fact I stay low
Fuck up don't stay close
Oh no no no
Uh
My bad, my fault
Oh
You fake your regrets dog
Uh
People change that's a fact y'all
Watch your mouth
Watch your back y'all
Walk down, walk down
No sound but I'm knocking
Got all these bands on me
Never seen it all that much
Nobody's up
Too close-trophobic
This enough?
(This enough?)
Uhhh...
Listen man while
I was in the town
Back in '99
Born and raised again
Lost and found
Beg and choose
The pot of gold'll
Never find you
Talk too much
I'm on ya ass
I do it big
Your stupid face
A punching bag
I punch you bad
Whoa
Never no
Can't stop me
Uh
Level up, low key
Oh 'cmon
This ain't a game
Don't play with me,
No friend, no enemies
Intentions overseas
I bet most friends be shaking heads
Help themselves instead
Why you better forget the past?
Why I did the dash?
It's for myself...
Not a mingle
Tango?
Fuck that
You know I said
Just what I meant
Better make amends
And the big man
Gotta go
You know my mental's a
Go get us some change
I say more money more bread
I got this sack I bag
It take the pain away
Phone ring ring ring
Uh
Same check insane
Whoa
Big fact I stay low
Fuck up don't stay close
Oh no no no
Uh
My bad, my fault
Oh
You fake your regrets dog
Uh
People change that's a fact y'all
Watch your mouth
Watch your back y'all
Walk down, walk down
No sound but I'm knocking
Got all these bands on me
Never seen it all that much
Nobody's up
Too close-trophobic
This enough?
(This enough?)
Uhhh...
Listen man while
I was in the town
Back in '99
Born and raised again
Lost and found
Beg and choose
The pot of gold'll
Never find you
Talk too much
I'm on ya ass
I do it big
Your stupid face
A punching bag
I punch you bad
Whoa
Never no
Can't stop me
Uh
Level up, low key
Oh 'cmon
This ain't a game
Don't play with me,
No friend, no enemies
Intentions overseas
I bet most friends be shaking heads
Help themselves instead
Why you better forget the past?
Why I did the dash?
It's for myself...
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastien Carnot
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