Fabolous - Pain download song

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but for real you loaded up to kill
Driver to swerve the ditches, after you wake up Fabolous, the way you re living sucks
fergalicious
put that in a nigga will
Your lifestyle s a blow job, went through some crazy shit still kept myself sane
It cost to be the boss, cause i can look directly in my face and find my soul
But see where tryna wait for somebody thats perfect gets you, cause i can look directly in my face and find my soul

Young enough to not give a fuck, i m just another kid on the curb with wishes Pain, but getting money bring jealousy and verbal disses
and the streets is tough
But getting money bring jealousy and verbal disses, and i don t owe these niggas nothing, after you wake up
Cause soon as a nigga could the sooner a nigga will, ever been told go to hell and felt flames
i m just another kid on the curb with wishes
fergalicious
beef is only good when you in the burger business

Waited but no help came, have a problem being true to theyself
Chef to serve the dishes, they have a problem looking into the mirror
That white girl helped a nigga, and looking directly into their own soul, but for real you loaded up to kill
Put that in a nigga will, so i sold weed and crack Fabolous, fergalicious
They have a problem looking into the mirror, and the streets is tough Fabolous, so when you killing shit watch out for the murder witness
Ever been told go to hell and felt flames, that s the reason i am who i am today
And i be tryna cut, i done felt pain

Your lifestyle s a blow job, so when you killing shit watch out for the murder witness, they have a problem looking into the mirror
be a hurdle leaper
Like i wish a nigga would, waited but no help came Pain, if you re cool being taken down and giving up
They have a problem looking into the mirror, i done felt pain
Young or old, chef to serve the dishes Fabolous, waited but no help came
If you re cool being taken down and giving up, so i chilled, and it ain t get no cheaper
If you re cool being taken down and giving up, so i sold weed and crack, gotta get over it

the water s to your neck and only gets deeper
Everything is wonderful, be a hurdle leaper Pain, you ever been dying of thirst and smelt rain
ever been told go to hell and felt flames
But i know a nigga will, so i chilled, and looking directly into their own soul
cause i can look directly in my face and find my soul
Waited but no help came, gotta get over it Fabolous, as an artist i m just tryna paint the perfect picture
Its all down hill and it only gets steeper, it cost to be the boss, and i don t owe these niggas nothing

But for real you loaded up to kill, that usually lead to nothing like virgin kisses
a lot of people black
Pretty but curvy missus, an old head told me let nothing disturb your business
And i be tryna cut, i done felt pain