A$AP Rocky - Pain Lyrics
(feat. Overdoz)Uh, PainUh, PainUh, PainUhSo figure up, shining like the starWith your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you downHands on the ground, back against the wallTell me who you’d call when no one else aroundLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionThe future will be televised, haters getting genocide23 and 43, I’m talkin my more jealous sidesMy niggas is hella fly, you over accessorizeBetter not, it’s in my repertoire, forever ever highI never lie, never tell a lie, I would testifySet aside dreams, I’m a king ask Aretha ScottTwo faced, bad ass, in a nice set of thighsWe on the weed, I need a umbrella ella ella ahEverybody knows meShit, still ain’t got no cash*****, get that glass quickPost my bad habits***** you and your InstagramMatch around man thoughRoyal blue folls, getting head in the red LamboMedia take me out, tmz all in the vip***** I’m hard and my lube come freeToo much boss if you ask meAlmost *****ed fame, but she came with moneyI got two bad *****es, haters wanna take em from meLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionLights, camera, action, Lights, camera, actionTryina get on in this industryActing like your birthdayBreaking down cocaine with the ebtThese male groupies doing itHowever, whatever they seeing on the boxEverybody spit, everybody hide, everybody anonymousSolost, niggas talking dollars getting changeIn a minute I’mma lose 2 scritWell one, give the full 98Like ***** coach, I’m cutthroatSo what ghost? Do you head for the year they say might be the end?Better look withinUhGlisten the glamors, we pose for the camerasGet all niggas with me, they pose with the hammersGhetto goes with me, pimp toes in the sandalsNo dirty laundry, get your nose out my Henny boyClothes in my hand boy, that baby need camouflageRims from the pen, you would think I was a samuraiDrop rocks, bloomy scott pens, ***** it’s hammer timeGetting dirty money but I keep my hand sanitizedLife is what you need, won’t you take a Z? Feel the breezeSmoke the Sour Deeze, hit that shit and please act at easeWouldn’t you wanna be like the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3’sStar, that’s Hollywood, won’t you rest in peace?So figure up, shining like the starWith your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you downHands on the ground, back against the wallTell me who you’d call when no one else around
