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Текст (слова) песни: Everlast - Painkillers

(Plane landing)

I`ve been up all night
On the red-eye flight
The dawn`s early light
Got the skyline bright
I`m in the back of a car service
My driver`s kinda nervous
`cause I`m toking on a blunt that`s fat
He`s say "You know where you at?"
I say "I know where I am,
and if you really want a tip than mista don`t get flam
I ain`t tryin to be rude
and I ain`t stressin you gramps
but this shit right here it be the breakfast of champs."
I`ve been tokin on this since 13 years old
And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
And ain`t nobody sneezin at the money I fold
And I ain`t here for your pleasin so put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth shut
And get me to the hotel
And turn the radio up
While I finish this ell

(doorman greeting Mr. Ford)

I hop out my car
Step into the lobby
Everybody`s on the floor
It`s a motherfucking robbery
The shit`s in progress
I can feel the stress
I wondered silently to God how I get in this mess?
They told me to freeze
And get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash I`m holdin 35g`s
They told me to run it
So i got bold and I fronted
And like Slick Rick said "I know I shouldn`t a done it."
Cause now they standin over me, watching me bleed
Damn I gotta quit smoking all this weed
There`s a pain in my chest
But yo I must be blessed
Cause before I faded out I saw EMS
The paramedics
They greet me with some anasthetics
They killing my pain
They screamin my name
Trying to keep me in the conscience world
I`m thinking bout my mom my sister and my girl
I`m prayin to God don`t let this go too far
As they rushed me into the ST. Luke`s O.R.
They pulled the bullets out my chest and give `em back in a jar
Now I`m wearin this scar
Cause I tried to play hard

(doctor talking to Mr. Ford)

Yo this can`t happen to me
I just can`t believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair
A Parapalegic
There ain`t no rehab
There ain`t no therapy
For the rest of my life
Someone`s gotta take care of me
And people stare at me with pity in they eyes
And every morning I rise
To a life of despise
And everynight I think I might never rock the mike again
Cause my brain`s fucked up on Percocet and Vikaden
Might as well be heroin pulsing through my veins
Gotta cure these pains
Or blow out my brains
To free me from these chains
I`m trapped in this physical hell
To walk again I just might sell my soul
And I`m only 20-something years old

 

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