Lirik Lagu Painkillers - Everlast
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Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the firstto welcome you to New York City. We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.The local time is 6:45AM and the temperature is 89?..
I've been up all nightOn the redeye flightThe dawn's early lightGot the skyline brightI'm in the back of a car serviceMy driver's kind of nervous'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fatYou say you know where you atI say I know where I amAnd if you really want a tipThen Mr. don't get flamI ain't tryin' to be rudeAnd I ain't stressin' you grampsBut this shit right hereIt be the breakfast of champsI've been tokin' on this since thirteen years oldAnd when I look up at my wall I see platinum and goldAnd there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I foldAnd I ain't here for your pleasin'So put that shit on holdJust keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotelAnd turn the radio up while I finish this L...
Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual roomis ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything whileyou're staying, just let me know.Everlast: Good lookin' out...That's for you.
I hop out my carStep into the lobbyEverybody's on the floor (get down)It's a mother****in' robberyThe shit's in progressI can feel the stressI wanna silenty to God how I get in this messThey tell me to freeze and get down on my kneesBetween my jewels and my cashI'm holdin' thirty five G'sThey told me to run itSo I got bold and I front itAnd like Slick Rick saidI know I shouldn't of done it'Cause now they standin' over meWatchin' me bleedDamn, I got to quit smokin' all this weedThere's a pain in my chestBut yo, I must be blessedBecause before I faded out I saw the EMSThe paramedicsThey greet me with some anestheticsThey killin' my painThey screamin' my nameTryin' to keep me in the conscious worldI'm thinkin' about my momMy sister and my girlI'm prayin' to GodDon't let this go too farAs they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.They pull the bullets out my chestAnd give 'em back in a jarNow I'm wearin' this scar'Cause I tried to play hard
Doctor: Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.Everlast: What are you talkin' about?Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.Everlast: So what are you tryin' to tell me?Doctor: Well, suffice it to say, I don't think you'll be jumpingaround anymore.
Yo, this can't happen to meI just can't believe itTrapped in a wheelchairA parapalegicThere ain't no rehabThere ain't no therapyFor the rest of my lifeSomebody's gotta take care of meAnd people stare at meWith pity in their eyesAnd every mornin' I rise to a life of despiseAnd ever night I think I might never rock the mic again'Cause my brain's ****ed up on percacet and vicadinMight as well be heroin pulsin' through my veinsGotta kill these painsOr blow out my brainsTo free me from these chainsI'm trapped in this physical hellTo walk again I just might sell my soulAnd I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)
I've been up all nightOn the redeye flightThe dawn's early lightGot the skyline brightI'm in the back of a car serviceMy driver's kind of nervous'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fatYou say you know where you atI say I know where I amAnd if you really want a tipThen Mr. don't get flamI ain't tryin' to be rudeAnd I ain't stressin' you grampsBut this shit right hereIt be the breakfast of champsI've been tokin' on this since thirteen years oldAnd when I look up at my wall I see platinum and goldAnd there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I foldAnd I ain't here for your pleasin'So put that shit on holdJust keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotelAnd turn the radio up while I finish this L...
Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual roomis ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything whileyou're staying, just let me know.Everlast: Good lookin' out...That's for you.
I hop out my carStep into the lobbyEverybody's on the floor (get down)It's a mother****in' robberyThe shit's in progressI can feel the stressI wanna silenty to God how I get in this messThey tell me to freeze and get down on my kneesBetween my jewels and my cashI'm holdin' thirty five G'sThey told me to run itSo I got bold and I front itAnd like Slick Rick saidI know I shouldn't of done it'Cause now they standin' over meWatchin' me bleedDamn, I got to quit smokin' all this weedThere's a pain in my chestBut yo, I must be blessedBecause before I faded out I saw the EMSThe paramedicsThey greet me with some anestheticsThey killin' my painThey screamin' my nameTryin' to keep me in the conscious worldI'm thinkin' about my momMy sister and my girlI'm prayin' to GodDon't let this go too farAs they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.They pull the bullets out my chestAnd give 'em back in a jarNow I'm wearin' this scar'Cause I tried to play hard
Doctor: Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.Everlast: What are you talkin' about?Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.Everlast: So what are you tryin' to tell me?Doctor: Well, suffice it to say, I don't think you'll be jumpingaround anymore.
Yo, this can't happen to meI just can't believe itTrapped in a wheelchairA parapalegicThere ain't no rehabThere ain't no therapyFor the rest of my lifeSomebody's gotta take care of meAnd people stare at meWith pity in their eyesAnd every mornin' I rise to a life of despiseAnd ever night I think I might never rock the mic again'Cause my brain's ****ed up on percacet and vicadinMight as well be heroin pulsin' through my veinsGotta kill these painsOr blow out my brainsTo free me from these chainsI'm trapped in this physical hellTo walk again I just might sell my soulAnd I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)
