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letra de pain 2002 - cyta zoan

[verse]
need pain? i’m that n-gga for the job, ooh
need a wheel change on my car, ooo
i’m the perfect candle for the dark, too
n-gga want the smoke, the exhaust, ooh
coastline n-gga with the full tide sh-t
spar wit a n-gga like apartheid b-tch
smokin’ on that gas, in my car high as sh-t
lookin’ at the sky hopin’ i die quick
late nights spent on the bedroom floor
mom think i’m asleep, but she ain’t really know
just how f-cked-up i been lately, drive me crazy
i’ma need yo number baby, uh
where you from? eastside slums
f-ck a b-tch once and them i’m done
i got paranoia, calls on my phone too
need a vaca’, i think i’m finna go home soon, uh
n-gga got b-tches in the contact, woah
f-ck a n-gga up, go and blog that ho
finna talk dirty, ho stop that
i ain’t with the mess, let’s fall back
i got 99 problеms in my contacts, son
why you think i call my b-tch number one?
n-ggas want the toast, lеt’s plug me in
they don’t have to play my sh-t
y’all be tryna play my b-tch
f-ck a hundred, keep it million
i be high as f-ck, i’m on the ceiling
all these pills are going to my head
half these crackers prolly want me dead
n-gga i’m a pacifist, blunt like i’m ashin, b-tch
really finna throw a n-gga, lake we could catch a fish
toss him on the track with a metal pair of pliers
i got all this blood on my attire
[outro]
f-ck a hundred, keep it million
i be high as f-ck, i’m on the ceiling
all these pills are going to my head
half these crackers prolly want me dead

- cyta zoan

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