Lyrics Pain Killers [Explicit Version] - Everlast
(On
behalf
of
Pan
Am
Airlines,
we'd
like
to
be
the
first
to
welcome
you
to
New
York
City
We'd
like
to
thank
you
for
flying
Pan
Am
The
local
time
is
6:
45
AM
and
the
temperature
is
89
degrees.)
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
kind
of
nervous
'Cause
I'm
tokin'
on
a
blunt
that's
fat
You
say
you
know
where
you
at
I
say
I
know
where
I
am
And
if
you
really
want
a
tip
then
Mr.
don't
get
flam
I
ain't
tryin'
to
be
rude
And
I
ain't
stressin'
you
gramps
But
this
shit
right
hereit
be
the
breakfast
of
champs
I've
been
tokin'
on
this
since
thirteen
years
old
And
when
I
look
up
at
my
wall
I
see
platinum
and
gold
And
there
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
L
(Welcome
back
to
the
Five
Seasons
Mr.
Ford
Your
usual
room
is
ready
and
waiting
Let
me
take
your
luggage
Or
if
you
need
anything
while
you're
staying,
just
let
me
know
Good
lookin'
out
That's
for
you.)
I
hop
out
my
car
Step
into
the
lobby
Everybody's
on
the
floor
(everybody
down)
it's
a
motherfuckin'
robbery
The
shit's
in
progress
I
can
feel
the
stress
I
wanna
silently
to
God
how
I
get
in
this
mess
They
tell
me
to
freeze
and
get
down
on
my
knees
Between
my
jewels
and
my
cash
I'm
holdin'
thirty
five
G's
They
told
me
to
run
it
So
I
got
bold
and
I
front
it
And
like
Slick
Rick
said
I
know
I
shouldn't
have
done
it
'Cause
now
they
standin'
over
me
Watchin'
me
bleed
Damn,
I
got
to
quit
smokin'
all
this
weed
There's
a
pain
in
my
chest
But
yo,
I
must
be
blessed
Because
before
I
faded
out
I
saw
the
EMS
The
paramedics
They
greet
me
with
some
anesthetics
They
killin'
my
pain
They
screamin'
my
name
Tryin'
to
keep
me
in
the
conscious
world
I'm
thinkin'
about
my
mom
my
sister
and
my
girl
I'm
prayin'
to
God
don't
let
this
go
too
far
As
they
rush
me
into
the
St.
Luke's
O.R
They
pull
the
bullets
out
my
chest
and
give
'em
back
in
a
jar
Now
I'm
wearin'
this
scar
'Cause
I
tried
to
play
hard
(Mr.
Ford,
I'm
afraid
I
have
some
bad
news
for
you
What
are
you
talkin'
about?
It
would
appear
that
one
of
the
bullets
grazed
your
spine
And
damaged
the
cord
So
what
are
you
tryin'
to
tell
me?
Well,
suffice
it
to
say
I
don't
think
you'll
be
jumpin'
around
anymore.)
Yo,
this
can't
happen
to
me
I
just
can't
believe
it
Trapped
in
a
wheelchair
A
paraplegic
There
ain't
no
rehab
There
ain't
no
therapy
For
the
rest
of
my
life
somebody's
gotta
take
care
of
me
And
people
stare
at
me
with
pity
in
their
eyes
And
every
mornin'
I
rise
to
a
life
of
despise
And
ever
night
I
think
I
might
never
rock
the
mic
again
'Cause
my
brain's
fucked
up
on
percacet
and
vicadin
Might
as
well
be
heroin
pulsin'
through
my
veins
Gotta
kill
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
twenty
somethin'
years
old
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2 Praise The Lord [Explicit Version]
3 Prince Paul [Explicit Version]
4 Hot To Death [Explicit Version]
5 Get Down [Explicit Version]
6 Ends [Explicit Version]
7 The White Boy Is Back [Explicit Version]
8 7 Years [Explicit Version]
9 The Letter [Explicit Version]
10 Guru [Explicit Version]
11 Sen Dog [Explicit Version]
12 Pain Killers [Explicit Version]
13 Funky Beat [Explicit Version]
14 Next Man [CD Bonus Cut] [Explicit Version]
15 Tired [Explicit Version]
16 Death Comes Callin' [Explicit Version]
17 Today [Watch Me Shine] [Explicit Version]
18 Money [Dollar Bill] [Explicit Version]
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