Rittz feat. Chris Webby - Pain Killers and Paint Colors Lyrics

Lyrics Pain Killers and Paint Colors - Chris Webby , Rittz



Cut a deal
This shit feel good
Foggy haze on my Cartiers, I took 'em off and I wipe my lenses
Smoking an exotic strain from Colorado Springs
To come down from a white girl binge
Independent, finally got the ways to cut the ball and chain
Feel like I gained another nine-percent
Now I'm keeping every dollar I make and every diamond ring
Looking like a white ice person
Bitches triple when they see me on TMZ
Froze like the stone man on Jesus T
Try to keep the peace and let SP squeeze the heat
You talk greazy then you gon' need an EMT
But ah, the more important shit I need to think about
How can I increase my bank account?
Damn this sweet, my life's peach or apricot
I don't need drugs 'cause the paper's my new-
Painkiller
I was blue, my mind was dark
The sky was grey, became brighter days
And it changed to painkillers
The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high
And now the cash is my new painkiller
I was blue, my mind was dark
The sky was grey, became brighter days
And it changed to painkillers
The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high
And now the cash is my new painkiller
The show had turned out, the check had got signed
I guess they thought I was dead and shot
I was waiting, I caught fire, I sparked
Then I hit my mark like hot guy
I made a bet that shot my haters
They praying I get it in the back and pop-fly's
So sex is better than a Fentanyl high
I'm OD'ing, OG I rep the North Side
You playing games to the Grand Theft of Valkrie
'Cause you ain't gonna shoot nobody, but you got a gun
Shaking like you Bonnie Fife, I'm probably gonna run
I should go take it from you and hit you with the buzz
Shit, you lucky I'm not the same motherfucker that I was
I'm lucky and dumb from hitting good
Situation, got killers waiting to give a nod
Orchestrator, I order favors and get it done
But I'd rather enjoy the paper than fornicate with ya
At the rest tryna over order
Drinking something they poured at a Chef Gordon's Vegas tour
The beef run into us all again
My lady got the quarters check with the lemon caper sauce
Go from an artist to a record label, bars
Mason jar full of something recreational
Take a pull of my favorite drug
'Cause the money that I make has become a-
Painkiller
I was blue, my mind was dark
The sky was grey, became brighter days
And it changed to painkillers
The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high
And now the cash is my new painkiller
I was blue, my mind was dark
The sky was grey, became brighter days
And it changed to painkillers
The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high
And now the cash is my new painkiller (painkiller)
Painkiller (painkiller)
Yeah, Webby
I don't need no opiates, I'm over it
The dough I get is too dope, it's appropriate
That I chose money over blow to sniff
On the road to rehab to the road to rich
I'm feeling coastal with these francs, pounds and pesos
Stack lay low with amount of queso
So much cheddar that the count would take so long
I gotta pay three accountant payrolls
Used to get my kicks from the pharmacy
Now they call me young Chris Carnaghi
Life switched up, it ain't hard to see
They see the bank statements, they'll pardon me
I'm kinda killing shit with the literate skills
Hit a lick, now I send 'em big bills
Triple it, and I'm flipping it real
Life shit has been giving me chills
This is what I always dreamed about
Never took the left turn on the easy route
Roll it up, took a hit and I breathe it out
Now this green's all I see for now
But I'm not full sober though, I'm 50 fucking 50
When I'm snorting blow, it's at a hundred, strictly
In the green room drunk while I'm bumping Biggie
Y'all fucking with me? Don't need no
Painkiller
I was blue, my mind was dark
The sky was grey, became brighter days
And it changed to painkillers
The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high
And now the cash is my new painkiller
I was blue, my mind was dark
The sky was grey, became brighter days
And it changed to painkillers
The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high
And now the cash is my new painkiller
Painkiller



Writer(s): Christian Webster, Florian Wiesner, Jonathan Matthew Mccollum, Leon Tiepold


Rittz feat. Chris Webby - Picture Perfect
Album Picture Perfect
date of release
09-10-2020



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