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ericdoa - pain كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: ericdoa]
f_ck a preset, i hate fl
this new update suck d_ck
all these f_ckin’ plugins, man, they suck d_ck
remember my music used to sound like sh_t
and yo’ music still f_cking sound like sh_t
if you on the scene then you on d_ck
make music with other men, you on b_lls
and the og i know look like john wall
who the f_ck even like john wall?
back then used to rock with john wall
i’m a lil’ dude, but i still ball
on the money, man, yeah, i stand tall
your baby daddy don’t make no money at all
your baby daddy, he be sharing his drawls
your baby daddy, he be sleeping on straws
your baby daddy, he gon’ run from the law
but when you know it, i don’t give no f_cks
i ride ’round in that tesla truck
matter fact, boy, i got the model y
name one rapper got the model y
your baby daddy don’t know how to drive
i was sellin’ crack since was like five
got a crack rock, boy, it’s prime time
got a crack rock, boy, it’s time to shine
yeah, crack rock, that’s my favorite crime
for the crack rock, boy, i’d do the time
for the crack rock, boy, i’d walk the line
your homeboy fell in love with a b_tch online
i don’t f_ck with n0body be e_dating
how you twenty_three and you e_dating?
how the f_ck y’all gon’ have s_x?
have discord s_x, have facetime s_x, have teamspeak s_x
y’all really be f_ckin’ virgins
never went outside a day in your life
never f_cked no hoes no day in your life
never hit no l!ck no day in your life
never put on a fit in a day in your life
never smile, man, yeah, a day in my life
i forgot how therapeutic this sh_t was
so i’ma just talk my sh_t on a beat
what happened to sebii music, man?
sh_t really used to go hard
thought bro really gonna go far
grown man now singin’ ’bout farts
grown man singin’ ’bout some d_mn sh_t
grown man singin’ ’bout some d_mn d_cks
f_ck wrong with dude? i swear to god
this is why i don’t f_ck with n0body no more
f_ck hyperpop, boy, i’m kickin’ your door
f_ck my advance, i’m buy me a horse
sike, nah, bro, i’m gon’ need more
sh_t, lemme think ’bout sh_t that p_ss me off
boy, this ain’t really p_ss me off
but adam levine, he kinda wildin’ out
inspirin’ these hoes to post the dms
i be buggin’ out in the dms
i be flirtin’ with hoes in the dms
bro gon’ name a baby after this b_tch
adam levigne, he tweakin’ like sh_t
bro gotta be off of the craziest pills
think about how much coke he could buy from that deal
think about how much crack you could buy from that deal
he was a rich man, he made payphone
i hit the trap off the d_mn payphone
now i don’t gotta trap off no payphone
that motherf_cker used to be on the voice
i’ma be honest, the show was aight
motherf_cker would kick it with ceelo green
boy, i be rockin’ with ceelo green
pockets fat like i’m ceelo green
pockets skinny, need to see more green
i hate these hoes like ceelo green
shoutout f_ckin’ ceelo green
i forgot about the sh_t about the voice
this ain’t good, we spendin’ the check
sh_t, to be honest, that sh_t not fair
man, f_ck that, i would win that sh_t
f_ck everybody that’s up in that b_tch
know light shows that would do with some talent
b_tch, i got talent
they say that whippin’ up crack ain’t a talent
told that b_tch, “okay, watch what happens”
man, f_ck tv, i hate tv
all them talk shows, man, they lame as f_ck
not gon’ lie though, boy, i rock with conan
he was the only one that was f_ckin’ trappin’
conan in the back and he f_ckin’ trappin’
i don’t give a f_ck about no jimmy fallon
beat the f_ck out of jimmy fallon
ain’t got no love for no d_mn jimmy fallon
do a home invasion on jimmy fallon
man, f_ck tv, boy, i’m off of that sh_t
i’ma talk about streaming services
boy, i don’t rock with no streaming services
why the f_ck i gotta pay to see a youtube video?
i don’t wanna watch no netflix original
hulu, yeah, i’m kinda rockin’ with y’all
y’all got atlanta and better call saul
boy, i really love atlanta
the lil’ [dork_headed?][2:52] boy in atlanta
fulton county, boy, i was in atlanta
not from the south, but i lived in atlanta
funny thing when i lived in atlanta
we couldn’t have no sh_t at all
h_lla people dyin’ at lenox mall
don’t wear nice clothes at lenox mall
they gon’ rob your ass of everything you got
last time i was there, a dog got shot
swear to god these motherf_ckers don’t care no more
at this point, anybody could get hit
lowkey, yeah, i kinda respect that sh_t
imagine a giraffe start pressin’ you
giraffe like, “give me everything you got in your pocket”
thank god you keepin’ that motherf_ckin’ rocket
to be honest, i’m blastin’ on that giraffe
i’m puttin’ that giraffe in a body bag
f_ck the giraffe, i’m runnin’ out of time
so i think that it’s ’bout time that i slide, aight
i don’t f_ck with no politicians
boy, i don’t f_ck with no superstitions
nah, i don’t f_ck with no ruth chris
i don’t f_ck with the fact i don’t got a company card
interscope, boy, give me a card
i’m making music, f_ck you give it to the a&r?
a&r just be on a laptop
boy, i be on the laptop
[verse 2: perto]
yeah, i look like a f_cking sped
when i see a pretty girl, i’m like, “oh my god, that’s how i have to present”
need more makeup and booty shorts, that makes me want to punch myself in the head
my dad called a soccer player a h0m_, oh my god, i think he’s a fed
back to what i was saying, when i see a pretty girl, i get upset
when i see a bad b_tch, i have to become her and crawl inside of her head
you wake up with no stylist, i wake up with existential dread
i wake up tomorrow, became more crazy, i’m like, “hey, it’s fred”
oh my god, i am so stupid, why my parents name me rupert?
ah, i’m gonna f_cking lose it, if i find a gun, i’ma do it
why i sound like hobo johnson? i wanna sound like caroline polachek
twenty_five, please go get a check
twenty_nine, please go get a check
matter of fact, my brain needs to get checked
if i look like her, i’d be perfect
i’m itching for a percocet
i’m on the boat with eric and it’s wet
woke up, said f_ck cigarettes
i ran through a pack today alone
she ain’t hit me back, i’m so alone
hatin’ on me from a cracked iphone
she hit me back, uh, let’s go
matter of fact, why glaive steal my swag?
i was like, “i don’t care”, it made me sad
if you can take my swag, then maybe it’s bad
listen to my album, like, it’s bad
wake up in the morning, like, it’s bad
fart break and i’m switching up that flow
why i wanna slit my throat?
i told mia, “i don’t want no dome”
australian girl put my number in her phone
deaded it for my bro
wearin’ rick, i put it on
need the women’s wear
not going back there, but if i am a man another hour, i’ll shed a tear
oh my god, sebii sucks, why is he more popular than me?
probably ’cause he puts out music consistently and girls think he’s hotter than me
f_ck that, he’s not hotter than me
but he’s better at using rhymezone
i was fourteen, like, uh, i’m grown (that was a mistake, honestly)
every time i get fanart, it makes me want to put a bullet in my head
sometimes i get alone, i pull out the burner twitter out in my bed
not in the house, thank you eric for letting me stay
i need a bad b_tch
if i didn’t bring that b_tch to the boat, then maybe they’d be feeding me grapes
uh, i need more bread so i can bring hijackk to l.a
shoutout to him and shoutout to dae
swag on the beat like i’m deranged
dugh, dumb as h_ll
when i was fourteen, the soul, i sell
met some friends and i met ecco2k and skrillex, but i’m going to h_ll
back to being fourteen, i was getting groomed and i was like, “this sh_t is lit”
crack open my head with a hollow tip—
why a tweet put me on the no_flight list?
i’m gonna hug a girl in paris
f_ck that flow, it’s really bad
i’m getting money, can you see me, dad?
british people be like, “i need a f_g”
whenever i meet a british person, they’re like, “you’re from liverpool? that’s f_cked up”
i said, “that’s really classist”, i’m like, “uh, that’s f_cked up”
look at myself in the mirror, i’m like, “uh, that’s f_cked up”
i heard a dog getting ripped to shreds last night, that’s f_cked up
high heels, bust nut
everybody can get f_cked_f_cked
they don’t listen to a word i say, they nod their heads and go, “uh_huh”
cut off my d_ck with play scissors
i’m with zac, i drain different
scat pack, lane switchin’
i’m at the celine fitter
how the f_ck i get this far? i haven’t really done sh_t
i feel like i’m thirty_seven, mm, i’m a dumb b_tch
matter of fact, i need to eat more
i’m a human version of eeyore
eat a handful of nuts for fashion week, i wanna be small
my waist size is twenty_seven, why the f_ck i wanna be small?
i’m asking for the fairy boots at the paris celine store
met a b_tch named margaret in paris, i wanna look like her
i wish i looked like her
i might need to eat less food
i’m recording in john’s room
i’m a little b_tch and that’s true
my teachers were like, “you can’t sit still and you’re stupid, that’s on you”
i was sleeping in gaming cafés, did what had to be done
sh_t might go left real fast if i get access to a gun
my life is actually very nice, i just act like a p_ssy
i feel like silentó when he had the picture of his bussy
grrah
[verse 3: kmoe]
sitting in john’s room, hungry as f_ck
i need someone to fill me up (pause)
i need something to fill me up
these f_cking funyuns ain’t cutting it anymore
my girlfriend just sent me a picture on snapchat and she was crying
if i said that i didn’t miss her, i would definitely be lying
i’m in l.a., but kinda miss my bed, for real
all these ubers got me dead, for real
order uber eats for every meal
some days i just won’t eat a meal
my girlfriend at home, laying in bed
i wish my girlfriend could give me head
i’m sleeping on an inflatable bed
i swear to god my back gon’ be dead
i can’t survive on just this distrokid money
need maggie to pay me my f_ckin’ money
why does no one wanna pay me my money?
how am i supposed to live?
what the f_ck my lawyer doin’, dog?
i saw him chillin’ with the chainsmokers
why the f_ck you with the chainsmokers?
tell maggie to give me my f_ckin’ money
what did sebii just say?
take off your panties take a p__py?
i’m chilling with my roommate, rupie
he slept on the couch ’cause he hates me
this b_tch sittin’ here, calling me crazy
that’s one thing i’ve been feeling like lately
wait, that’s my buddy eric’s song
man, i f_ckin’ love that song
man, i wish i could make a song
why am i wasting my time with this sh_t?
i’m right on the edge of my sh_t
leaning over the edge and sh_t
why the f_ck this crib got five balconies?
who the f_ck needs five balconies?
has anyone f_cked on these balconies?
i just know eric wants to f_ck valkyrae
lil peep 2, lil peep 2, lil peep 2, lil peep 2
peepee, poo, peepee, poo
p__ping on my weewee, loo
sitting at the hungry jack’s
she suckin’ all over my b_llsack
i’m on the edge, don’t give me flack
i feel like no one has my back
just switched up the flow ’cause i’m feeling kinda sad, man
b_tch, you really thought i was sad? you really thought i was—? ah
you really thought i was ’boutta go full emo
the name’s kmoe, not k_emo
i stayed in your house for like a week
how the f_ck you can’t get my name right, alice?
i’m moving bricks across the canadian border
please don’t tell the canadian border
they think i’m a tourist like bladee
walk around like a tourist like bladee
i really wish i was gettin’ some head
i already said that bar, so f_ck it
sh_ttin’ in a f_ckin’ bucket
your daddy name probably steve mccrucket
how the f_ck you down bad about whethan?
that dude named himself after a cracker
i wish i had some cheez_it crackers
or a sandwich made with peanut b_tter
ericdoa lookin’ at girls on twitch
i’m an ugly son of a b_tch
i don’t own any margiela
and my miharas are fake as f_ck
i wish i didn’t wear any reps
rupert called me out for wearin’ reps
at the time i bought them, i had no bread
i could probably buy them not, check my bank
nah, lowkey, don’t check my bank account
please don’t do it, it’s kinda embarrassing
i’m singin’ on this beat like i’m chris breezy
i’m gonna sing the rest of the bars
this is like that one r. kelly song
if you know the words, just sing along
just kidding, you can’t, it’s not a real song
i’m, i’m, i’m vocalizing on this f_ckin’ beat
i really wanna beat my meat
john’s room smells like feet
i wanna eat some salami
rupert probably ordered food without me
i feel like babytron inside this b_tch
where the ladies at in this crib?
just kidding, i love my girlfriend, i would never cheat on her
oh_oh_oh, oh_oh_oh
f_ck, this mic sounds really good
maybe i should buy this mic
but that’s a lot of money i could be spending on food instead
i wish i was dead, this song is so sad
i went on for so long, my laptop almost dead
(that’s the end of my verse)
[verse 3: dœgægé]
uh, sh_t
i put a man in the er
sippin’ that lean in the whip, i can’t steer
all the teachers at my school called me a r_t_rd
i’m not a rapper, i’m a public speaker, yeah
hoe’s back riding this d_ck like, “yee_haw”
dœgægé on stage playing the guitar
getting naked with hijackk, oh, yee_haw
left my hometown, i told my parents, “see ya later”
your p_ssy is dry like raisins
i’m at the skatepark, like, b_tch, do tre flip
right at your heart, that’s where i’m aimin’
i told my boss, “i would like a raise please”
i’m at the hospital deliverin’ babies
jeff dahmer polaroid, say cheese
i just tied a knot with a melbourne lady
mini skirt googled, “how to tie a noose”
who let the dogs out? they are on the loose
who spilled that paint bucket on those margiela shoes?
jack got a new grill for his front tooths
alcohol and on the missing, never tell the truth
sometimes it bleeds when i take p__ps
doctor gave me some medicine, he’s like, “take two”
every day i’m at the ericdoa concert and i brought a grenade
i’m at the hairdresser, i just ordered a fade
i got some chicken tenders, peas, and corn on my plate
i really wanna get laid
i could do the caleb special every second of the day
put this tongue to use, baby, sit on my face
smelling ketamine off the car keys
i lost my father in a police car chase
b_tch, you just spilled a gnt on my brown khakis
gotta take ’em to the dry cleaner, and i’m not happy
i’ve been ten years sober, but, no, not exactly
i’m on nickelodeon ’cause i’m so good at acting

[verse 4: hijackk]
oh, they had to kick us out the 3902
francine dong, i have 3902 shots for you
we have one key like, “f_ck it, it’ll do”
if i see francine dong, she better have some good news
give me my bong back you f_cking b_tch
i’m in la trying not to crash the whip
i’m in la, trying not to pop a brick
i’m in a— oh, wait, sh_t
who the f_ck invented zoloft?
45 b_st_rd grillz ’cause i’m a showoff
why the f_ck are we playing at the [?] show, p_ss off
i’m going there, singin’ three songs, and gonna walk off
f_ck it, me and fauna working at bubba pizza
go ahead, laugh at f_cking bubba pizza
actually, i really enjoy making f_cking pizzas
but my job is so easy, they could give it to r_t_rd
ugh, eric, where the f_ck is your gun safe?
they won’t let me have one here ’cause i’m clinically insane
my psychologist says it’s the b_tches to blame
i f_cking hate women, but i love daine
[?] is incel
free palestine and f_cking infidel
i feel like yeat, mm, ring the bell
my life is still good, mm, but it is a bit of h_ll

[verse 5: fauna, dœgægé]
d_mn, hop on the beat, i feel like kevin gates
my dog just died, i really hope he went to heaven’s gates
i was at melbourne’s central, they wanted me to join a cult, i think it was heaven’s gate
i just saw rupert dressing up as a girl, and i can’t lie, he kinda ate
d_mn, turn off my d_mn phone
i just saw central cee on the tram home
i wanna drink a beer at the clam, bro
hop on the beat and change the d_mn flow
jack just got grillz, he looks like travis scott
i act like i’m happy, but i am not
jack just got grillz, he looks like bryson tiller
i wish i could afford rice for dinner
have a show tomorrow and don’t wanna go
actually, free alcohol, i do wanna go
i was in st kilda while she sh_t on the floor
i was in 524 when i sh_t on the floor
why does francine want us to leave
break into her house with my team
what’s for dinner? it’s probably hungry jacks
my dog died, but also my cat named max
caleb, come here and take off ur dax
f_ck this blunt, i wanna smoke some crack
actually, i just wanna party
playboi carti, jeff hardy
caleb and jack just got home, it smells like chips
i’m going to crown, and i’m spending chips
there’s still some salt on your lips
come here and let me l!ck your lips
come here and let me freestyle
hit that kickflip, clean style
boy, i feel like keemstar
actually, i feel like lil nas
b_tch, i feel like chief keef
i’m at 3902, chiefin’ keef
i’m at 3902, beatin’ meat
livin’ 3902, i guess i’m on the street
d_mn, let that sink in
i’m at the restaurant, the wine glass clinkin’
mm, i’m thinkin’
caleb’s here, say hi
hi
ayy, i feel so fly, yuh
ayy, i feel like cry, yuh
my microphone just died, yuh
(what the f_ck?)
i’m ’bout to start stabbin’, i’m ’bout to start stabbin’
punch me, and right quick, i’m ’bout to start rappin’
punch me, and right quick, i’m ’bout to start snappin’
i’m at bubba pizza, i’m ’bout to start snappin’
f_ck bubba pizza, i’m ’bout to start trappin’
do you want a fifty bag?
i really miss my dad
hold up, right quick, i’m ’boutta rap
what’s up caleb? give me dap
caleb just dapped me up
jack is picking daine up
hold up, i’m insane, yup
i just drove past, listen now
i’m ’bout to jump off the balcony, listen now
f_ck being a rapper, i’m a fisher now
my micr— phone sounds like a twister now

- ericdoa

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