Painkillers Cifras

[Intro]
 
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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. We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.
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The local time is 6:45 AM and the temperature is 89°...
 
[Verse]
 
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I've been up all night
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On the redeye flight, The dawn's early light
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Got the skyline bright, I'm in the back of a car service
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My driver's kind of nervous, Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
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You say you know where you at, 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, I ain't tryin' to be rude
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And I ain't stressin' you gramps, 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', 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...
 
[Chorus]
 
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Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford,
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Your usual room, Is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage.
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If you need anything while you're staying, just let me know.
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Good lookin' out...That's for you.
 
[Verse]
 
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I hop out my car, Step into the lobby
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Everybody's on the floor (get down), It's a motherfuckin' robbery
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The shit's in progress
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I can feel the stress
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I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess
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They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
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Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's
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They told me to run it, So I got bold and I front it
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And like Slick Rick said, I know I shouldn't have done it,
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Cause now they standin' over me, Watchin' me bleed
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Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed, There's a pain in my chest
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But yo, I must be blessed, Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
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The paramedics, They greet me with some anesthetics, They killin' my pain
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They screamin' my name, Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
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I'm thinkin' about my mom, My sister and my girl
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I'm prayin' to God, Don't let this go too far
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As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
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They pull the bullets out my chest, 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,
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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
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And that damaged the cord, So what are you tryin' to tell me?
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Well, it's safe to say I don't think
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You'll be jumpin' around anymore.
 
[Verse]
 
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Yo, this can't happen to me, I just can't believe it
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Trapped in a wheelchair, A paraplegic
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There ain't no rehab, There ain't no therapy
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For the rest of my life, Somebody's gotta take care of me
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And people stare at me, 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, Or blow out my brains
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To free me from these chains, 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 (years old)
 
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