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Love Pain Lyrics


Lil' B Love Pain

They gotta understand this

Yeah my heart hurt but I'm okay
I got burnt, yeah Blue Flame
Who can I trust in this dirty game
Do you love me or you love the pain
Mistakes when I look back
Said a couple things that I regret
But I won't take it back
Feelin' no love when your skin black

Sometimes I feel outta line
I said what I said but no change
The money and the weight and more pain
Said I hate you and it's not a game
Feel disrespect, the only neglect
Pain in my heart, that's a defect
Gotta unplug and reset
Respect my mind and you see that
Playin' both sides I don't need that
You need a hug but I don't believe that
Do you feel love? Really what's the feedback
Ain't cook dinner, might as well be a unit
You're enrolled in school to complain about it
How could I be your family and you read without me
You're bereavin' without me
Shit's rough and we'd be runnin' but
We gon' keep comin'
I never forget that
When you said you left it home and you respect that
Never forget that
Dealin' with your crap

Yeah my heart hurt but I'm okay
Yeah I got burnt, Red Flame
Who can I trust in this dirty game
Do you love me or you love pain
Mistakes when I look back
Said a couple things that I regret
No I won't take it back
Feelin' no love when your skin black

Shout out [?]
Berkeley stand up
Trap Oz
Uh, uh
Ayo

I ain't runnin' outta drugs, this the dope game
I can chase the high, never numb the damn pain
I can feel the music coursin' through my damn veins
I'm runnin' outta love, niggas dyin' young
Mommas cryin' 'gain, filled with sin, hidin' from the pain
Feel it in your veins, this shit not a game but they wanna play
Do it every day, [?] and pray
For another day, always in the Bay
Every day is pain
Never came without that

Thank you Based God
I wanna give a shoutout to Cashed Out
You know we never stop
I do know Lil B
(Swag)

And cashed out
You know I'm spittin' and I been cast out
On the island like I'm Tom Hanks
I don't know what this damn thing's all about
Sayin' what I want man, on the f..ckin' mic
Take it one time like I ride a bike
Through the f..ckin' hills, life is f..ckin' chills
But sometimes I wish I was killed
Gotta say the truth, gotta let it out
Don't make sense when I'm boutta spout
Like I'm water, let it out
Still on the beat
Not gonna stop 'cause I stand on my feet
Yes is my feet
When I feast out of the top of my head it's a treat
So sit back and relax
And get some pancakes on that ass
That's what I say
Cashed out, and I'm here to stay


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