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Артист: Z-RoНазвание : PainДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : dirty south rap hip-hop houston southern rap Видео:
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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] | Похожие исполнители:
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