Текст песни pain 2 hide - Jeris Johnson

Looking at her life, I cry
This why I act sometimes, that's right
I can flip this butcher knife
Because I got this pain to hide
Lift me up, I'm getting high
Writing, doodling 'til I die
I can say this shit I write
Because I got this
This pain to hide

This traffic can suck my dick, at the function
Workin' on this bitch, 'cause I'm going
I don't bring the heat, that's assumption
I was cooking in the fridge, in destruction

I put on this armor
To protect all the brothers
And fathers and mothers
We're hauling at each other

(Ah-ah, nevermind, sorry)

Looking at her life, I cry
This why I act sometimes, that's right
I can flip this butcher knife
Because I got this pain to hide
Lift me up when I am high
Got you doodlin' 'til I die
I can say this shit I write
Because I got this
This pain to hide
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