[Verse 1] Pain (Pain) (What is it?) Originally penalty physically or mentally sensations You feel when you hurtin' distressed A bit of anguish can bring you closer to your death Cause of the lack of success now Time, ain't on my side Cause I'm tryin' to find my piece of mind and rhyme But the catch is you got to have the paper to shine If we don't I'm sorry, we might have to do capers do crime Cause my mom is sick doc I'm grid-locked Epilepsy and Lupus, Alfred Hitchcock Couldn't write the suspense and shit on this block Fist-cocked when I'm walking my lips locked IRS and the child division they wanna Shut a nigga down to the ground, gotta make this shit pop
[Hook] (2X) Times a-running out (Running out) Time keeps on tickin' (We got to keep it movin') Times a-running out (Running out) Time keeps on slippin' (We got to keep it movin') (Slipping)
[Verse 2] Neva' like I cheated for the chedder Whatever we gotta do to make it better cause I'm (Running out) Mama gotta get a better livin' I got the power to bust (We got to do it movin') Tryin' to get a milli and really I been silly The pill in me killin' me the devil (Comin' out) Lookin' for love an the demon never lookin' for love I'm in lust (I guess I'm truly ruined) No matter what I ever do, Nina always gotta deliver Never comin' out on top as the winner Might have to take it back to November '71 when I was the heavenly son Now we run with killers who carry the guns Marry the bum now I gotta marry the one But I'm sick of hittin' the clubs, done (?) The root of the problems is the root of all evil The ones that hiss at the enemy And the ones that ruined my people After all this time, after all this rhyme Still comin' to see me the fans Takin' in all this all this Nine And that's positive cause everything Is negative I need a sedative You get her preg-a-nent they levy shit Takin more money than you'll ever get I'm ready as ready get For the capital out for your stack I'll attack for your fetti, bitch But thats petty shit And if I grind I wonder how much time they gon' make me sit
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[Verse 3] It's like it's a trap - Rap When you spend your scratch And you get with a partner on the coast And somehow you never get it back And you can't go get him with a gat Cause if you do that The state will separate you from your brats Chillin' with the killers and rats I'm in a race for time They wanna replace my mind Skinheads, cops, gangbangers And it's all in the devil's design Just to get me Gotta get the money quickly Before my mother is a wonderful history If I can't make it before that I will never ever forgive me Racin' for happiness for that sunshine euphoria But it's melancholy And it's dim-foggy and dark like Fangoria I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces That are broken beast is my species So I hope my mother's alive and me too when this album releases But the time is tickin' and my kids Are growin' up I ain't blowin' up I guess the bass in my music ain't hittin' low enough Fuck that shit nigga cause my tone is tough Shit that I'm doing is rough Meetings with Atlantic, Jive and TVT can't come soon enough
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[Outro: Krizz Kaliko] We do too much, will we make it? We make money and they take it Time (Time, time, time) (Runnin' out) For me and you what is we gonna do?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
