Smoke The Pain Away (Feat. Potluck)
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Pain
Can't live with all this pain
Pain
Gotta smoke some mary jane
It's rainy, it's foggy, it is so, so cold
I'm running so low on dough, I'm so, so broke
I'm lonely, my girlfriend won't hold me
What have I become? I'm a loser, I'm a phony
I'm losing all my homies, lately I don't even know me
No one took it so mean and no one can control me
Maybe I'm addicted, cause when I get lifted
My spirit shifted and then I'm thinking that I'm gifted
I'm so crazy, back and forth, schizophrenic maybe, I don't know
All I know is when I blow the dro I'm good to go
It heals my soul, now I can face the world
Embrace the world, and remember, never ever chase a girl
Learned to make a change and try to maintain
No woodgrain and candy paint, but I got Mrs. Mary Jane
She takes away the pain so I cannot complain
Just put the pot up in the bowl every day to stop the rain
Labeled a loser, so I gotta smoke this pain away
Same shit, different day, I smoke this pain away
Feel like there's hell to pay cause nothing ever goes my way
Fuck what them haters say and high, I smoke this pain away
Labeled a loser, so I gotta smoke this pain away
Same shit, different day, I smoke this pain away
Feel like there's hell to pay cause nothing ever goes my way
Fuck what them haters say and high, I smoke this pain away
We the fountain of imperfection, my connection to affection
Is a cold embrace, attached to a sour face
No love for me, I'm ugly, I'ma smoke the pain away
No cuts for me, I'm bloody and these scars are here to stay
Carry them like weight through the world, I'm on a mission
With my fate being the outcome of all my decisions
And my wishes are just that, figments of all my dreams
A chance to turn a chaotic life and make it serene
I'm a dreamer in my own right, without a question
Imaginate assassination just like I'm John Lennon
I'ma be at peace at some point, even in death
Picturing people desecrating my grave with no respect
Smoke one for me, shit, smoke three, I'm stressed
So much smoke in my lungs that I feel I'm losing my breath
And I feel there's nothing left for me cause life is so strange
If it wasn't for the pain then I wouldn't have a thang
Low on my cash and going nowhere fast
I got just enough to function cause I'm smoking on grass
Catch me up in the pad, missing the chances I had
Reminiscing on the bad, hoping I can buy a bag
I'm smoking on a blunt, got a problem, roll it up
Mama tell me that I'm special but I keep on fucking up
My lady say she love me but I see she's had enough
Keep my feelings bottled up and hope she never brings it up
The pain of thinking different would be way too much to handle
Some people live in Disney World, I smile in Orlando
My life is filled with misery, I'm singing a soprano
The hurt I feel is real, so I rap over pianos
Pass another joint so I can puff away the pain
It's way too late to change the thoughts
That's running through my brain
Ain't no solving my problems, only arguing through it
So I smoke a blunt of chronic instead of swallowing bullets
Labeled a loser, so I gotta smoke this pain away
Same shit, different day, I smoke this pain away
Feel like there's hell to pay cause nothing ever goes my way
Fuck what them haters say and high, I smoke this pain away
Labeled a loser, so I gotta smoke this pain away
Same shit, different day, I smoke this pain away
Feel like there's hell to pay cause nothing ever goes my way
Fuck what them haters say and high, I smoke this pain away
I sit in cemeteries, holding it down
Watching the raindrops of my reflection hitting the ground
I see a angel pointing my direction wearing a frown
I feel the pain but it ain't a thing I can do for her now
I feel strange, so now I'm just letting the smoke build
I got enough pressure to deal with, that's on the real, pimpin'
I can admit it, I'm addicted and all that
The weed keeps me from killing people who wanna laugh at
Instead I give you them axe tracks when I'm waxed
Magic is black like a blunt, I'll split your backpack
Might even kidnap your little rat
So thank your god for the weed cause it's helping me get past that
I'm on the fast track to hell is what they telling me
But I just tell them all to fuck off, ain't no helping me
That's why I seldom see friends and family for me
My kids don't even like me, fuck it, homie roll the weed
Can't live with all this pain
Pain
Gotta smoke some mary jane
It's rainy, it's foggy, it is so, so cold
I'm running so low on dough, I'm so, so broke
I'm lonely, my girlfriend won't hold me
What have I become? I'm a loser, I'm a phony
I'm losing all my homies, lately I don't even know me
No one took it so mean and no one can control me
Maybe I'm addicted, cause when I get lifted
My spirit shifted and then I'm thinking that I'm gifted
I'm so crazy, back and forth, schizophrenic maybe, I don't know
All I know is when I blow the dro I'm good to go
It heals my soul, now I can face the world
Embrace the world, and remember, never ever chase a girl
Learned to make a change and try to maintain
No woodgrain and candy paint, but I got Mrs. Mary Jane
She takes away the pain so I cannot complain
Just put the pot up in the bowl every day to stop the rain
Labeled a loser, so I gotta smoke this pain away
Same shit, different day, I smoke this pain away
Feel like there's hell to pay cause nothing ever goes my way
Fuck what them haters say and high, I smoke this pain away
Labeled a loser, so I gotta smoke this pain away
Same shit, different day, I smoke this pain away
Feel like there's hell to pay cause nothing ever goes my way
Fuck what them haters say and high, I smoke this pain away
We the fountain of imperfection, my connection to affection
Is a cold embrace, attached to a sour face
No love for me, I'm ugly, I'ma smoke the pain away
No cuts for me, I'm bloody and these scars are here to stay
Carry them like weight through the world, I'm on a mission
With my fate being the outcome of all my decisions
And my wishes are just that, figments of all my dreams
A chance to turn a chaotic life and make it serene
I'm a dreamer in my own right, without a question
Imaginate assassination just like I'm John Lennon
I'ma be at peace at some point, even in death
Picturing people desecrating my grave with no respect
Smoke one for me, shit, smoke three, I'm stressed
So much smoke in my lungs that I feel I'm losing my breath
And I feel there's nothing left for me cause life is so strange
If it wasn't for the pain then I wouldn't have a thang
Low on my cash and going nowhere fast
I got just enough to function cause I'm smoking on grass
Catch me up in the pad, missing the chances I had
Reminiscing on the bad, hoping I can buy a bag
I'm smoking on a blunt, got a problem, roll it up
Mama tell me that I'm special but I keep on fucking up
My lady say she love me but I see she's had enough
Keep my feelings bottled up and hope she never brings it up
The pain of thinking different would be way too much to handle
Some people live in Disney World, I smile in Orlando
My life is filled with misery, I'm singing a soprano
The hurt I feel is real, so I rap over pianos
Pass another joint so I can puff away the pain
It's way too late to change the thoughts
That's running through my brain
Ain't no solving my problems, only arguing through it
So I smoke a blunt of chronic instead of swallowing bullets
Labeled a loser, so I gotta smoke this pain away
Same shit, different day, I smoke this pain away
Feel like there's hell to pay cause nothing ever goes my way
Fuck what them haters say and high, I smoke this pain away
Labeled a loser, so I gotta smoke this pain away
Same shit, different day, I smoke this pain away
Feel like there's hell to pay cause nothing ever goes my way
Fuck what them haters say and high, I smoke this pain away
I sit in cemeteries, holding it down
Watching the raindrops of my reflection hitting the ground
I see a angel pointing my direction wearing a frown
I feel the pain but it ain't a thing I can do for her now
I feel strange, so now I'm just letting the smoke build
I got enough pressure to deal with, that's on the real, pimpin'
I can admit it, I'm addicted and all that
The weed keeps me from killing people who wanna laugh at
Instead I give you them axe tracks when I'm waxed
Magic is black like a blunt, I'll split your backpack
Might even kidnap your little rat
So thank your god for the weed cause it's helping me get past that
I'm on the fast track to hell is what they telling me
But I just tell them all to fuck off, ain't no helping me
That's why I seldom see friends and family for me
My kids don't even like me, fuck it, homie roll the weed