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Z-Ro - Pain lyrics
Pain, my middle name Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain Pain, my middle name Lord please have mercy on my [Z-Ro] I haven't smoked a sherm in 27 days When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze Looking at my life as if I wasn't here, why the fuck that picture be so clear Since my nigga died, I done slowed down on drank But I'm right back heavy on beer Stained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murders Fiending for heaven but I wonder, if I'm worthy Please God forgive your servant, and your man child But the fact that he got Jordans, and a nigga like me Grow po' wings was bullshit, so I ran wild Wasn't I good enough, to get some shit like that It was only a grade, you know I didn't deserve to get hit like that My life my life, falls under the wicked and shife I gotta pay my rent, therefor my partnas might be targets tonight Even though I'm grown fucked up childhood, keep fucking my dome Fuck around and front, like I'm gon Buy your work, and straight leave on your song If a nigga take me out it's all good, cause I've been fiending to leave My life is fucked up, and I'm tired of having to drink to a G [Chorus] Pain, my middle name I must learn to live again, but existing in such a strain Pain, my middle name Lord please have mercy on my soul, I can't maintain [Z-Ro] Now I done had pistols to my head befo' Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo' Don't ask me why, only talk to Z-Ro I'm noid, never trust friends they don't love us They front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckers Dog I'm going through it daily, fiending for a killa to take me out What am I living for, nothing but a record label huh break me out I'm so sick and tired Lord knows, I'm sick and tired of this pain But steady keeping the world, I'm no preaching through the rap game The most evilest niggas nightmares, of my fondest dream Cause death rules everything around me and the cream, is a cup of lean Having a case of flashbacks, of the good time But then I remember, it wasn't no good time Just poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time 24 and I still can't think, from Guerilla Maab to Point Blank To Big Moe to Z-Ro, and still no bank I gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game Cause the more I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Dorothy Marie or mama, I've been stressed, learning to live A life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my quest I'd like to find the meaning of sick and tired Plus I can't determine between a bitch and right Even my friends are fake, that's why I'm quick to ride I'm the shit bitch, I know you smell the odor Them other two niggas ain't bitches, and it's had a chip on my shoulder I love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain't nothing but drama When you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter mayn I'm 'pose to be a rap star, dig these blues a nigga ain't Seen the states in two months, I'm in the kitchen as a crack star What a wonderful way, to spend my fucking album release A promotional show, and I must get do' nigga I got ounces to cheese Ounces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G's Plus my own shit the T.V. in the living room, is Mexican D's Gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the game More I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain [Chorus] |
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