Everlast - Painkillers Lyrics
Flight attendant: on behalf of pan am airlines, wed like to be the firstTo welcome you to new york city. wed like to thank you for flying pan am.The local time is 6:45am and the temperature is 89...Ive been up all nightOn the redeye flightThe dawns early lightGot the skyline brightIm in the back of a car serviceMy drivers kind of nervouscause Im tokin on a blunt thats fatYou say you know where you atI say I know where I amAnd if you really want a tipThen mr. dont get flamI aint tryin to be rudeAnd I aint stressin you grampsBut this shit right hereIt be the breakfast of champsIve been tokin on this since thirteen years oldAnd when I look up at my wall I see platinum and goldAnd there aint nobody sneezin at the money I foldAnd I aint here for your pleasinSo put that shit on holdJust keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotelAnd turn the radio up while I finish this l...Bell boy: welcome back to the five seasons mr. ford, your usual roomIs ready and waiting. let me take your luggage. if you need anything whileYoure staying, just let me know.Everlast: good lookin out...thats for you.I hop out my carStep into the lobbyEverybodys on the floor (get down)Its a mother****in robberyThe shits in progressI can feel the stressI wanna silenty to God how I get in this messThey tell me to freeze and get down on my kneesBetween my jewels and my cashIm holdin thirty five gsThey told me to run itSo I got bold and I front itAnd like slick rick saidI know I shouldnt of done itcause now they standin over meWatchin me bleedDamn, I got to quit smokin all this weedTheres a pain in my chestBut yo, I must be blessedBecause before I faded out I saw the emsThe paramedicsThey greet me with some anestheticsThey killin my painThey screamin my nameTryin to keep me in the conscious worldIm thinkin about my momMy sister and my girlIm prayin to godDont let this go too farAs they rush me into the st. lukes o.r.They pull the bullets out my chestAnd give em back in a jarNow Im wearin this scarcause I tried to play hardDoctor: mr. ford, Im afraid I have some bad news for you.Everlast: what are you talkin about?Doctor: it would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.Everlast: so what are you tryin to tell me?Doctor: well, suffice it to say, I dont think youll be jumpingAround anymore.Yo, this cant happen to meI just cant believe itTrapped in a wheelchairA parapalegicThere aint no rehabThere aint no therapyFor the rest of my lifeSomebodys gotta take care of meAnd people stare at meWith pity in their eyesAnd every mornin I rise to a life of despiseAnd ever night I think I might never rock the mic againcause my brains ****ed up on percacet and vicadinMight as well be heroin pulsin through my veinsGotta kill these painsOr blow out my brainsTo free me from these chainsIm trapped in this physical hellTo walk again I just might sell my soulAnd Im only twenty somethin years old (years old)
