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Everlast - Painkillers

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[Flight Attendant:] 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..

I`ve been up all night
On the redeye 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 here
It 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...

[Bell Boy:] Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room
is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while
you`re staying, just let me know.
[Everlast:] Good lookin` out...That`s for you.

I hop out my car
Step into the lobby
Everybody`s on the floor (get down)
It`s a motherfuckin` robbery
The shit`s in progress
I can feel the stress
I wanna silenty 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

[Doctor:] Mr. Ford, I`m afraid I have some bad news for you.
[Everlast:] What are you talkin` about?
[Doctor:] It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.
[Everlast:] So what are you tryin` to tell me?
[Doctor:] Well, it`s safe 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 (years old)

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