Pain Game – D-block Europe – letras

It’s days like this when I— YeahIt’s days like this when I think ’bout the pastI got pain on my mind, I got questions to askAll these drugs on my soul, man, they tear me apartIt’s days like this when I think ’bout the past8, 000 for drip and that is just minimumMy Rollie is brown, I call it the cinnamonFor this love, I’ll be buying you everythingI’m on codeine, can’t think about anythingI sip on this drink, it’s my medicineWe go straight to Dior and buy many thingsThese drugs go straight to my faceOff-White tags dropping on my lacesPussy so sweet, it’s amazingFuck you in the trap, go crazyLeather look cream like pastryKillers still hiding their facesThey still got Goddy on basicAnd I still spend twenty on trainersAnd I still spill drink when I’m fadedAnd I still think your pussy is amazingI just spent a hundred thou on RangesThey think that it’s rented but girl, I paid itNo, that ain’t cap for sureBro got the pack from northHe got the wap, of courseBro got the wap for sure so he moving paranoidSlime, slatt with my slime ’cause he bring the packs backTaking time with my mind, I’m off the XanaxComing up for a lil’ slime, she going bye-byeHe said he got bricks of the shine but, nigga, we know that it’s rap capHow do you feel? How do you feel when you can buy love?How do you feel? How do you feel when you run out of love?Said that I would hit her, now I’m on pills, taking this muckGirl, I got codeine in my lungsMore time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the drugs ’cause I came from a poor lifeMore time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the cup and I show you what four likeI can show you more life, show you what Dior likeI wanna show life, girl, it’s your life, yeahMore time, more time, more time, crack and heroin, sell it by the shore sideMore time, more time, more time, she just wanna see what Dior likeFrontline, frontline, frontline, frontline, I was there with the fiendsMoss Side, Moss Side, Moss Side, Moss Side, where I bought good BShe told to the jakes, that’s intelligence[?] [2: 12] when I reminisceBaby girl, who you fuck, that’s irrelevantLook at my ring and she told me I’m devilishTold me your ex wasn’t levelling, I took her out of the country and showed her some better thingsNow she humming and ahhing like she got a speech impedimentShe be in LA for the month and she told me I shouldn’t mix Perc with the leanPercocets ready, she look in my face and she said « I think you should go clean »Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide, they ain’t ever making a nigga mummy cryPrescrip— Prescrip— Prescrip— Prescription, I’m on a rideMore time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the drugs ’cause I came from a poor lifeMore time, more time, more time, more time, speak about the cup and I show you what four likeI can show you more life, show you what Dior likeI wanna show life, girl, it’s your life, yeah