Marigold & Jay Squared - Pain
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Love again me for the pain that I caused
I know I can't be right
(?...)
Cause if she know me
If she know how I feel
She'd probably cry
Truly vindictive, hyper -focused on your mix
Smoking up all the cigs
Punks, bottles and the pistols
Niggas, thought I prepared those bitches
Burn up your incense with the truth and bear witness
Healings on the other side
Pain is the measure of pain, make me wanna settle in
But pain, I'll be feeling dangerous
If I never win
Burps on my bottle, tanks gonna have to stop me, huh
Burns on my needle, burns on my fucking zombie, hoe
Watch this nigga cook, burning a hole in your monitor
These niggas think they tough
I came to body like all of them, I need some leg room
Watch out, I'm on my shit again
Who up in the city talking loud?
Fuck what your vision is, bitching and wishing that you have problems with riches
My nigga's hungry, running in your house
And we just cleaned out your kitchen, you feel that?
That's that pain, that's that pain
Type of shit that make them drop like 5 -5 -6 for your brain
I was made to be different, patiently waiting on my karma
Thanking my nigga's ages, I could've lost it, but I made it, baby
Made it out of the fog, this for those who pour it in to me, dog, and for the enemies, dog
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We all that we got, that'll pull us out the depth deception trick in this box
I'm gonna be up in this bitch whether you like it or not
Nothing wrong with some shooting if the right people get shot
(woaaah)
This is the dark night of the soul, good intentions rolled off, paid in drenched in gold
From dirt I rose with pain, I still heal from a puritan nigga screaming like:
"Fuck the pilgrims"
I know I can't be right
(?...)
Cause if she know me
If she know how I feel
She'd probably cry
Truly vindictive, hyper -focused on your mix
Smoking up all the cigs
Punks, bottles and the pistols
Niggas, thought I prepared those bitches
Burn up your incense with the truth and bear witness
Healings on the other side
Pain is the measure of pain, make me wanna settle in
But pain, I'll be feeling dangerous
If I never win
Burps on my bottle, tanks gonna have to stop me, huh
Burns on my needle, burns on my fucking zombie, hoe
Watch this nigga cook, burning a hole in your monitor
These niggas think they tough
I came to body like all of them, I need some leg room
Watch out, I'm on my shit again
Who up in the city talking loud?
Fuck what your vision is, bitching and wishing that you have problems with riches
My nigga's hungry, running in your house
And we just cleaned out your kitchen, you feel that?
That's that pain, that's that pain
Type of shit that make them drop like 5 -5 -6 for your brain
I was made to be different, patiently waiting on my karma
Thanking my nigga's ages, I could've lost it, but I made it, baby
Made it out of the fog, this for those who pour it in to me, dog, and for the enemies, dog
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We all that we got, that'll pull us out the depth deception trick in this box
I'm gonna be up in this bitch whether you like it or not
Nothing wrong with some shooting if the right people get shot
(woaaah)
This is the dark night of the soul, good intentions rolled off, paid in drenched in gold
From dirt I rose with pain, I still heal from a puritan nigga screaming like:
"Fuck the pilgrims"
