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lirik lagu pain 2002 – cyta zoan

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[verse]
need pain? i’m that n*gga for the job, ooh
need a wheel change on my car, ooo
i’m the perfect candle for the dark, too
n*gga want the smoke, the exhaust, ooh
coastline n*gga with the full tide sh*t
spar wit a n*gga like apartheid b*tch
smokin’ on that gas, in my car high as sh*t
lookin’ at the sky hopin’ i die quick
late nights spent on the bedroom floor
mom think i’m asleep, but she ain’t really know
just how f*cked*up i been lately, drive me crazy
i’ma need yo number baby, uh
where you from? eastside slums
f*ck a b*tch once and them i’m done
i got paranoia, calls on my phone too
need a vaca’, i think i’m finna go home soon, uh
n*gga got b*tches in the contact, woah
f*ck a n*gga up, go and blog that ho
finna talk dirty, ho stop that
i ain’t with the mess, let’s fall back
i got 99 problеms in my contacts, son
why you think i call my b*tch number one?
n*ggas want the toast, lеt’s plug me in
they don’t have to play my sh*t
y’all be tryna play my b*tch
f*ck a hundred, keep it million
i be high as f*ck, i’m on the ceiling
all these pills are going to my head
half these crackers prolly want me dead
n*gga i’m a pacifist, blunt like i’m ashin, b*tch
really finna throw a n*gga, lake we could catch a fish
toss him on the track with a metal pair of pliers
i got all this blood on my attire
[outro]
f*ck a hundred, keep it million
i be high as f*ck, i’m on the ceiling
all these pills are going to my head
half these crackers prolly want me dead

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