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kidricky – sometimes we feel pain كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: ayk]
is the glass half full or half empty?
been going through things, giving up was so tempting
tried to fill the void with these streets and poetry
bad nights? plenty, nothing can impress me
unless it’s, the man in the mirror covered in fenti’s
these dead faces fill my pockets like tetris
the hunger and the willingness to grind, sure scared thee
i ain’t even playing, no regards, straight venting
specially, because i’ve been trynna stay healthy
most of my homies couldn’t make it out the mud
most of my fam_ f_ck it, boy, without regards
i sat down with motherf_ckers, paved the way, and made them stars
but, seems like we’re surrounded by the snakes
ain’t no ladder up to heaven, ain’t no way to pearly gates
my dad, told me i’m roaming, not giving a f_ck
and that’s the attitude that got my grandpa under his grave

[bridge: ayk]
sometimes we feel pain, babe
sometimes we feel pain, babe
sometimes we_

[verse 2: ayk]
it was raining in the ninth alley, where we played ball
young scarred motherf_cker, about 6 feet tall
caught us off guard, thought he had the upper hand
by the end of the day, that motherf_cker couldn’t walk
uh, m said he had cancer
i swear everynight we used to feel for the f_cker
when the word got spread, he turned out to be a b_st_rd
attention be a h_ll of a disease to these suckers, ay
remember everybody ain’t faithful
many close friends couldn’t go against you
will the struggle and the bloodshed change you?
momma said no matter what, stay grateful
[verse 3: ayk]
sipping from the bottle, knife in my lungs, deep
heart made of concrete, grew in the moshpits
played where the dogs eat, parks where the drugs creep
k!ll counts, conflicts, what you looney f_cks see?
uncle told my other cousin, “ay’s dangerous
too many faces, he can leave you all faceless”
i was a little child the last time life made sense
so excuse my evil, i’m not surrounded by angels
f_cking outrageous, is it empty?
ridin in the hood, dreaming of a f_cking bentley
is it half full or half empty?
i’m going through it, and these bottles seem tempting
tried to fill it with these words and poetry
bad nights? plenty, nothing can impress me, i’m
just a product of the city
it’s all quiet round here where we sitting

- kidricky

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