Pain by Godinho Lyrics
[Verse 1: Asani]
Out my way, pull up to the place, in his name we pray
Never knew that Superman would end up killing Lois Lane
Never knew that Kryptonite would end up making blood spill
Never knew in Harlem we would end up getting cuz killed
I'm lost now, I'm lost how, these drugs numb, my thoughts out
These thoughts want my love now, it's too late bitch
Love how?
Hatred ain't the way to run the game stupid
Hatred ain't the way to make this bread stupid
Hatred ain't the way to run the game stupid
Hatred ain't the way to make this bread stupid
Pave the way to make a change, paid the way to make some change
Lost a place I call my home, lost a place to call my own
She a fire-starter, burning every crib in her path now
Back down, against this fire, bug you off the act now
Leaning, be careful of the fumes you breathing
These toxins break you down and they'll leave you there
Bleeding
[Verse 2: Godinho]
God if you're there I want to let you know the Devil's been
Conversating in my ear
G7 Deadly sins
Rotten skin
Broken wings
Fallen angel with no faith, in his king
My mind is not a good place for me to be alone
Staring at my cracked phone
Wishing I could go
Back in time, when everything was fine
On the phone with my ex, I'm crying on the line and I'm crying
All the time
1-800-273-8255
I have that stupid fucking number memorized
Hoping one day I call, and they not on the line
Out my way, pull up to the place, in his name we pray
Never knew that Superman would end up killing Lois Lane
Never knew that Kryptonite would end up making blood spill
Never knew in Harlem we would end up getting cuz killed
I'm lost now, I'm lost how, these drugs numb, my thoughts out
These thoughts want my love now, it's too late bitch
Love how?
Hatred ain't the way to run the game stupid
Hatred ain't the way to make this bread stupid
Hatred ain't the way to run the game stupid
Hatred ain't the way to make this bread stupid
Pave the way to make a change, paid the way to make some change
Lost a place I call my home, lost a place to call my own
She a fire-starter, burning every crib in her path now
Back down, against this fire, bug you off the act now
Leaning, be careful of the fumes you breathing
These toxins break you down and they'll leave you there
Bleeding
[Verse 2: Godinho]
God if you're there I want to let you know the Devil's been
Conversating in my ear
G7 Deadly sins
Rotten skin
Broken wings
Fallen angel with no faith, in his king
My mind is not a good place for me to be alone
Staring at my cracked phone
Wishing I could go
Back in time, when everything was fine
On the phone with my ex, I'm crying on the line and I'm crying
All the time
1-800-273-8255
I have that stupid fucking number memorized
Hoping one day I call, and they not on the line