Текст песни Z-Ro - Pain, слова песни Z-Ro

Текст песни Z-Ro - Pain

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Pain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my soul, I can`t maintainPain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my[Z-Ro]I haven`t smoked a sherm in 27 daysWhen I`m under pressure, I feel it`s necessary to blazeLooking at my life as if I wasn`t here, why the fuck that picture be so clearSince my nigga died, I done slowed down on drankBut I`m right back heavy on beerStained finger tips and lips, cause smoking come with murdersFiending for heaven but I wonder, if I`m worthyPlease God forgive your servant, and your man childBut the fact that he got Jordans, and a nigga like meGrow po` wings was bullshit, so I ran wildWasn`t I good enough, to get some shit like thatIt was only a grade, you know I didn`t deserve to get hit like thatMy life my life, falls under the wicked and shifeI gotta pay my rent, therefor my partnas might be targets tonightEven though I`m grown fucked up childhood, keep fucking my domeFuck around and front, like I`m gon Buy your work, and straight leave on your songIf a nigga take me out it`s all good, cause I`ve been fiending to leaveMy life is fucked up, and I`m tired of having to drink to a G[Chorus]Pain, my middle nameI must learn to live again, but existing in such a strainPain, my middle nameLord please have mercy on my soul, I can`t maintain[Z-Ro]Now I done had pistols to my head befo`Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo`Don`t ask me why, only talk to Z-RoI`m noid, never trust friends they don`t love usThey front like they your homies, but they bury motherfuckersDog I`m going through it daily, fiending for a killa to take me out What am I living for, nothing but a record label huh break me outI`m so sick and tired Lord knows, I`m sick and tired of this painBut steady keeping the world, I`m no preaching through the rap gameThe most evilest niggas nightmares, of my fondest dreamCause death rules everything around me and the cream, is a cup of leanHaving a case of flashbacks, of the good timeBut then I remember, it wasn`t no good timeJust poverty stricken, and kicking it in the hood time24 and I still can`t think, from Guerilla Maab to Point BlankTo Big Moe to Z-Ro, and still no bankI gotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the gameCause the more I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain[Chorus][Z-Ro]Dorothy Marie or mama, I`ve been stressed, learning to liveA life of misfortune, my feet have been so swollen from my questI`d like to find the meaning of sick and tiredPlus I can`t determine between a bitch and rightEven my friends are fake, that`s why I`m quick to rideI`m the shit bitch, I know you smell the odorThem other two niggas ain`t bitches, and it`s had a chip on my shoulderI love my cousin and my brother mayn, but see it ain`t nothing but dramaWhen you live in a slum, across the street from the gutter maynI`m `pose to be a rap star, dig these blues a nigga ain`tSeen the states in two months, I`m in the kitchen as a crack starWhat a wonderful way, to spend my fucking album releaseA promotional show, and I must get do` nigga I got ounces to cheeseOunces of green, I got mouths to feed so I need G`sPlus my own shit the T.V. in the living room, is Mexican D`sGotta be paying dues, for my niggas that lost they life in the gameMore I struggle for happiness, nothing but pain[Chorus]

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