Painkillers Chords by Everlast

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[Verse]
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■  ■  On behalf of Pan Am Airlines we'd like to be the first
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To welcome you to New York City
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We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am
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The local time is six:fortyfive AM and the temperature is eightynine degrees
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I've been up all night
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On the red eye flight
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The dawn's early light
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Got the skyline bright
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I'm in the back of a car service
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My driver's kind of nervous
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'cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
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You say you know where you at
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I say I know where I am
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And if you really want a tip
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Then Mr don't get flam
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I ain't tryin' to be rude
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And I ain't stressin' you gramps
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But this shit right here
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It be the breakfast of champs
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I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
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And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
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And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
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And I ain't here for your pleasin'
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So put that shit on hold
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Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
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And turn the radio up while I finish this L
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Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr Ford your usual room
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Is ready and waiting Let me take your luggage
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If you need anything while
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You're staying just let me know
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Good lookin' out
              
That's for you
                
I hop out my car
                   
Step into the lobby
                        
Everybody's on the floor
                            
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
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Watchin' me bleed
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Damn I got to quit smokin' all this weed
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There's a pain in my chest
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But yo I must be blessed
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Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
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The paramedics
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They greet me with some anesthetics
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They killin' my pain
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They screamin' my name
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Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
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I'm thinkin' about my mom
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My sister and my girl
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I'm prayin' to God
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Don't let this go too far
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As they rush me into the St Luke's OR
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They pull the bullets out my chest
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And give 'em back in a jar
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Now I'm wearin' this scar
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'cause I tried to play hard


[Chorus]
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Mr Ford I'm afraid I have some bad news for you
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What are you talkin' about
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It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord
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So what are you tryin' to tell me
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Well it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around anymore


[Verse]
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Yo this can't happen to me
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I just can't believe it
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Trapped in a wheelchair
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A paraplegic
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There ain't no rehab
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There ain't no therapy
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For the rest of my life
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Somebody's gotta take care of me
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And people stare at me
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With pity in their eyes
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And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise
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And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again
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'cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin
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Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
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Gotta kill these pains
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Or blow out my brains
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To free me from these chains
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I'm trapped in this physical hell
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To walk again I just might sell my soul
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And I'm only twenty somethin' years old ■  ■ 


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