Painkillers |
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Painkillers Lyrics |
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 [Flight Attendant:] On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we`d like to be the firstto welcome you to New York City. We`d like to thank you for flying Pan Am. The local time is 6:45 AM and the temperature is 89.. I`ve been up all night On the redeye flight The dawn`s early light Got the skyline bright I`m in the back of a car service My driver`s kind of nervous `Cause I`m tokin` on a blunt that`s fat You say you know where you at I say I know where I am And if you really want a tip Then Mr. don`t get flam I ain`t tryin` to be rude And I ain`t stressin` you gramps But this shit right here It be the breakfast of champs I`ve been tokin` on this since thirteen years old And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold And there ain`t nobody sneezin` at the money I fold And I ain`t here for your pleasin` So put that shit on hold Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel And turn the radio up while I finish this L... [Bell Boy:] Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while you`re staying, just let me know. [Everlast:] Good lookin` out...That`s for you. I hop out my car Step into the lobby Everybody`s on the floor (get down) It`s a motherfuckin` robbery The shit`s in progress I can feel the stress I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees Between my jewels and my cash I`m holdin` thirty five G`s They told me to run it So I got bold and I front it And like Slick Rick said I know I shouldn`t have done it `Cause now they standin` over me Watchin` me bleed Damn, I got to quit smokin` all this weed There`s a pain in my chest But yo, I must be blessed Because before I faded out I saw the EMS The paramedics They greet me with some anesthetics They killin` my pain They screamin` my name Tryin` to keep me in the conscious world I`m thinkin` about my mom My sister and my girl I`m prayin` to God Don`t let this go too far As they rush me into the St. Luke`s O.R. They pull the bullets out my chest And give `em back in a jar Now I`m wearin` this scar `Cause I tried to play hard [Doctor:] Mr. Ford, I`m afraid I have some bad news for you. [Everlast:] What are you talkin` about? [Doctor:] It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord. [Everlast:] So what are you tryin` to tell me? [Doctor:] Well, it`s safe to say I don`t think you`ll be jumpin` around anymore. Yo, this can`t happen to me I just can`t believe it Trapped in a wheelchair A paraplegic There ain`t no rehab There ain`t no therapy For the rest of my life Somebody`s gotta take care of me And people stare at me With pity in their eyes And every mornin` I rise to a life of despise And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again `Cause my brain`s fucked up on percacet and vicadin Might as well be heroin pulsin` through my veins Gotta kill these pains Or blow out my brains To free me from these chains I`m trapped in this physical hell To walk again I just might sell my soul And I`m only twenty somethin` years old (years old) |
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