Pain Bottled Up
Just cuz I got bands
They hating on me they don't even know who I am
Gotta make something shake it's earthquakes you better stop playing
My momma said my face told her everything that I'm not saying
Now she can't stop praying
Got all this pain bottled up
Money and fame's not enough
To heal all this pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
I'm way too real for questioning my intentions
Took an L like a pill who messing with my prescription
They don't know how it feels developing out the trenches
Wanna be in your grill but never gone stop to listen
And everybody facing different tribulations
If you ain't speaking positive on me don't even say it
If you don't really rock wit me homie don't even fake it
We all just tryna make it
Locked on my destination
So I'm just being patient
My time coming soon
My brothers chasing a bag and they see how I'm running too
Been sacrificing my last and did things I wanna do
Can't believe I lost my dad the same month I turned twenty two
Just cuz I got bands
they hating on me they don't even know who I am
Gotta make something shake it's earthquakes you better stop playing
My momma said my face told her everything that I'm not saying
Now she can't stop praying
Got all this pain bottled up
Money and fame's not enough
To heal all this pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
I was mentally trapped with no escape
I never thought the pain that I done felt would go away
Felt like I couldn't count on anybody else to hold the weight
I thought that I could make it by myself but no I can't
I was surrounded by the hate
Cut me off but then you wanna see me now it's kinda late
Coming up if you ain't ever hold it down get out the way
Got opposition I can't let em put a frown on top my face
The jig is up man I can see ole boy was weak from miles away
Always wanna interrupt me when I speak but not today
Ain't no need to keep in touch just wait on me to drop the tape
I might expose a few true colors on these beats like Dr. Dre
I might become a star these people must've seen me outer space
Just cuz I got bands
they hating on me they don't even know who I am
Gotta make something shake it's earthquakes you better stop playing
My momma said my face told her everything that I'm not saying
Now she can't stop praying
Got all this pain bottled up
Money and fame's not enough
To heal all this pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
Got bands, they don't even know who I am
Yeahh you better stop playing
Got all this pain bottled up
Yeah yeah
Money and fame not enough
Yeah yeah
They hating on me they don't even know who I am
Gotta make something shake it's earthquakes you better stop playing
My momma said my face told her everything that I'm not saying
Now she can't stop praying
Got all this pain bottled up
Money and fame's not enough
To heal all this pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
I'm way too real for questioning my intentions
Took an L like a pill who messing with my prescription
They don't know how it feels developing out the trenches
Wanna be in your grill but never gone stop to listen
And everybody facing different tribulations
If you ain't speaking positive on me don't even say it
If you don't really rock wit me homie don't even fake it
We all just tryna make it
Locked on my destination
So I'm just being patient
My time coming soon
My brothers chasing a bag and they see how I'm running too
Been sacrificing my last and did things I wanna do
Can't believe I lost my dad the same month I turned twenty two
Just cuz I got bands
they hating on me they don't even know who I am
Gotta make something shake it's earthquakes you better stop playing
My momma said my face told her everything that I'm not saying
Now she can't stop praying
Got all this pain bottled up
Money and fame's not enough
To heal all this pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
I was mentally trapped with no escape
I never thought the pain that I done felt would go away
Felt like I couldn't count on anybody else to hold the weight
I thought that I could make it by myself but no I can't
I was surrounded by the hate
Cut me off but then you wanna see me now it's kinda late
Coming up if you ain't ever hold it down get out the way
Got opposition I can't let em put a frown on top my face
The jig is up man I can see ole boy was weak from miles away
Always wanna interrupt me when I speak but not today
Ain't no need to keep in touch just wait on me to drop the tape
I might expose a few true colors on these beats like Dr. Dre
I might become a star these people must've seen me outer space
Just cuz I got bands
they hating on me they don't even know who I am
Gotta make something shake it's earthquakes you better stop playing
My momma said my face told her everything that I'm not saying
Now she can't stop praying
Got all this pain bottled up
Money and fame's not enough
To heal all this pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
Pain bottled up
Got bands, they don't even know who I am
Yeahh you better stop playing
Got all this pain bottled up
Yeah yeah
Money and fame not enough
Yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Keith Roots
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