Pain Lyrics


Asap Rocky Pain

Uh, Pain

Uh, Pain

Uh, Pain

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So figure up, shining like the star

With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down

Hands on the ground, back against the wall

Tell me who you’d call when no one else around

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

The future will be televised, haters getting genocide

23 and 43, I’m talkin my more jealous sides

My niggas is hella fly, you over accessorize

Better not, it’s in my repertoire, forever ever high

I never lie, never tell a lie, I would testify

Set aside dreams, I’m a king ask Aretha Scott

Two faced, bad ass, in a nice set of thighs

We on the weed, I need a umbrella ella ella ah

Everybody knows me

Shit, still ain’t got no cash

Bitch, get that glass quick

Post my bad habits

Fuck you and your Instagram

Match around man though

Royal blue folls, getting head in the red Lambo

Media take me out, TMZ all in the VIP

Bitch I’m hard and my lube come free

Too much boss if you ask me

Almost f..cked fame, but she came with money

I got two bad bitches, haters wanna take em from me

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Lights, camera, action, Lights, camera, action

Tryina get on in this industry

Acting like your birthday

Breaking down cocaine with the EBT

These male groupies doing it

However, whatever they seeing on the box

Everybody spit, everybody hide, everybody anonymous

SOLOST, niggas talking dollars getting change

In a minute I’mma lose 2 scrit

Well one, give the full 98

Like f..ck coach, I’m cutthroat

So what ghost? Do you head for the year they say might be the end?

Better look within

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Glisten the glamors, we pose for the cameras

Get all niggas with me, they pose with the hammers

Ghetto goes with me, pimp toes in the sandals

No dirty laundry, get your nose out my Henny boy

Clothes in my hand boy, that baby need camouflage

Rims from the pen, you would think I was a samurai

Drop rocks, bloomy scott pens, bitch it’s hammer time

Getting dirty money but I keep my hand sanitized

Life is what you need, won’t you take a Z? Feel the breeze

Smoke the Sour Deeze, hit that shit and please act at ease

Wouldn’t you wanna be like the Black Eyed Peas, all these 3’s

STAR, that’s Hollywood, won’t you rest in peace?

So figure up, shining like the star

With your head in the clouds, some fighters shoot you down

Hands on the ground, back against the wall

Tell me who you’d call when no one else around


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