And we've waited through the suffering and pain And bitches ride the dick like the A-train That's why I flip, keep a burner to my hip Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip Stay dip, take out of state trips Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I

She made me happy, she made me smile She brought me up, when you let me down I'm pulling scams Identity theft Don't buy my album, 'cause I don't care Seem like I lost more than I ever gained Ain't get nuttin' out these streets but pain Ain't get nuttin'

Disarm the lies that follow you Will the truth soon see you through? Disarm the pain that's burning through A river runs through the path you walk Got to find a way to carry on through this Ghosts from the past like a noose around your throat A constant

In my shoes, just to see What it'd be like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what I'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let

Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough Pain without love 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain (You know, you know, you know, you know) You're sick of feeling numb You're not the only one I'll take you by the hand

Say you're gonna leave me 'Cause I only tie you up I always loved you tender But you only like it rough Woman bound for glory Why you're leavin' me again? Gonna pack your bags And leave this house of pain

It may seem at last day passing mean nothing But the sun that set cause only pain Violence in words like slashes wound deeply Love is not when you feel only pain Her touch poison flows through my veins No more I denounce all your childish games Whispers

But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

I might take a can of paint and go paint the White House OG kush diet, OG kush diet My partna just died, my partna just died Nothin’ else to do but get high, fuck Come to the bank, come through like Brinks Fuck what you think, fuck what you think

Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties They spit you up river just like all those lions That walked the banks They said, "Paint me that river And would you use only blues With a brilliant big black mouth and? Lengths of pines that route the river