Pain Killer
She be breaking hearts in pieces ever since that I met her
But If I knew that all along then why'd I think I'd be better?
(Why'd I think I'd be better?)
I said I'm not talker, baby only a listener
Drank the whole motherfucking pint I swear I be missing her
Pop a fucking shotty then I cut it
Drink the lean yeah I mix it with the remy
Ion give a fuck, got money, plenty
I just sip the jack til' it's empty
(Drink the qualy in my cup, now I'm fucked up)
(Baby now I'm fucked up)
Heart chiller
Hard hitter
I won't hit her
I'm a pill popper
Need some fucking pain killers
Fucking lean sipper
(I can feel it fucking up my liver!)
I'm a go getter
I like my pockets lil thicker
Okay like baby what's the problem?
Can't really tell where you're going
I drink while the music flowing
And when I die and the house, starts fucking burning on fire
I fucking know when you're lying
You're playing guilty and crying
Bitch can't you see that I'm tired?
Could you, tell me
Who the real and the fake is?
Sometimes, they just
Adjust with the flow of the basic
But I, can tell
This feeling yeah I'm not mistaken
Tell me who are you
'Cause sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in a matrix
All that I'm saying
I don't think I'm ready
I'm popping a xanny
I'm stuck in Miami
Drive thru the lotto
It's taking forever
My vision is blurry
I can't read the letters
In a 4 seater
I ride with my heater
No it's not a beamer
It glide thru the meter
Don't need to listen to you, bitch
Like what the fuck you saying
You is a 2, bitch (LOL)
(Yeah!)
She be breaking hearts in pieces ever since that I met her
But If I knew that all along then why'd I think I'd be better?
(Why'd I think I'd be better?)
I said I'm not talker, baby only a listener
Drank the whole motherfucking pint I swear I be missing her
But If I knew that all along then why'd I think I'd be better?
(Why'd I think I'd be better?)
I said I'm not talker, baby only a listener
Drank the whole motherfucking pint I swear I be missing her
Pop a fucking shotty then I cut it
Drink the lean yeah I mix it with the remy
Ion give a fuck, got money, plenty
I just sip the jack til' it's empty
(Drink the qualy in my cup, now I'm fucked up)
(Baby now I'm fucked up)
Heart chiller
Hard hitter
I won't hit her
I'm a pill popper
Need some fucking pain killers
Fucking lean sipper
(I can feel it fucking up my liver!)
I'm a go getter
I like my pockets lil thicker
Okay like baby what's the problem?
Can't really tell where you're going
I drink while the music flowing
And when I die and the house, starts fucking burning on fire
I fucking know when you're lying
You're playing guilty and crying
Bitch can't you see that I'm tired?
Could you, tell me
Who the real and the fake is?
Sometimes, they just
Adjust with the flow of the basic
But I, can tell
This feeling yeah I'm not mistaken
Tell me who are you
'Cause sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in a matrix
All that I'm saying
I don't think I'm ready
I'm popping a xanny
I'm stuck in Miami
Drive thru the lotto
It's taking forever
My vision is blurry
I can't read the letters
In a 4 seater
I ride with my heater
No it's not a beamer
It glide thru the meter
Don't need to listen to you, bitch
Like what the fuck you saying
You is a 2, bitch (LOL)
(Yeah!)
She be breaking hearts in pieces ever since that I met her
But If I knew that all along then why'd I think I'd be better?
(Why'd I think I'd be better?)
I said I'm not talker, baby only a listener
Drank the whole motherfucking pint I swear I be missing her
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Writer(s): Ryakai Satori
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