Pain Mania by BERGDORFBADMAN Lyrics
[Intro]
Got the drinks in my cup
Got the lights all low
Got me singing 'bout a feeling(I'm a ghost)
But I dab
[Hook]
Got the drinks in my cup
Got the lights all low
Got me singing 'bout a feeling that don't nobody know
But I dab, I just dab
Got the drinks in my cup
Got the lights half low
Got me singing 'bout a bitch that nobody know
But I dab, I just dab
[Verse 1]
Got some issues and you know that right?
Like thinking how niggas creep up and blow up overnight
And I'm fucking up, maybe I'm just too polite
Just let me hit that kush, and then I'm gucci let the flame ignite
When I listen to their tracks it's like they sounding great
While I'm just over here watching, I do not participate
Calling me a terrorist so they do not negotiate
All black, in a jeep your shawty wanna procreate
That's the crazy thing about it
If I ain't turning up then they don't really shout it
But the minute I grow up and finesse
They telling me come over let them relieve my stress
Men, fuck these bitches mane
Fast laning like I'm flash, fuck these pictures mane
Give me cash, let me dash with a stripper baby
Don't need no features mane
And I swear to God nigga I'm a preacher mane
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Everyday I wake up like I ain't done shit
Life is a matrix, and that's not a fun trip
Trynna fuck a lot of bitches hope your time don't skip
So I smoke all of this weed and hope my problems dip
I don't want that shit
No, I don't want that bitch
I just want that green
You can keep that lean
You can't change what I seen
Plenty bitches in the back of the car
Leaning, Leaning they hoping they going far
Pop some Xans then they headed to the bar
Molly with the Purp and they blowing on cigars
Shawty said she wants a nigga from the dark-side
Splitting up her legs like apartheid
Papa said don't roll with the real niggas in the cut
But she don't care, told that nigga "I don't give a fuck."
Got the drinks in my cup
Got the lights all low
Got me singing 'bout a feeling(I'm a ghost)
But I dab
[Hook]
Got the drinks in my cup
Got the lights all low
Got me singing 'bout a feeling that don't nobody know
But I dab, I just dab
Got the drinks in my cup
Got the lights half low
Got me singing 'bout a bitch that nobody know
But I dab, I just dab
[Verse 1]
Got some issues and you know that right?
Like thinking how niggas creep up and blow up overnight
And I'm fucking up, maybe I'm just too polite
Just let me hit that kush, and then I'm gucci let the flame ignite
When I listen to their tracks it's like they sounding great
While I'm just over here watching, I do not participate
Calling me a terrorist so they do not negotiate
All black, in a jeep your shawty wanna procreate
That's the crazy thing about it
If I ain't turning up then they don't really shout it
But the minute I grow up and finesse
They telling me come over let them relieve my stress
Men, fuck these bitches mane
Fast laning like I'm flash, fuck these pictures mane
Give me cash, let me dash with a stripper baby
Don't need no features mane
And I swear to God nigga I'm a preacher mane
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Everyday I wake up like I ain't done shit
Life is a matrix, and that's not a fun trip
Trynna fuck a lot of bitches hope your time don't skip
So I smoke all of this weed and hope my problems dip
I don't want that shit
No, I don't want that bitch
I just want that green
You can keep that lean
You can't change what I seen
Plenty bitches in the back of the car
Leaning, Leaning they hoping they going far
Pop some Xans then they headed to the bar
Molly with the Purp and they blowing on cigars
Shawty said she wants a nigga from the dark-side
Splitting up her legs like apartheid
Papa said don't roll with the real niggas in the cut
But she don't care, told that nigga "I don't give a fuck."