EVERLAST - Painkillers lyrics

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Flight attendant: on behalf of pan am airlines, we'd like to be the first<br>To welcome you to new york city. we'd like to thank you for flying pan am.<br>The local time is 6:45am and the temperature is 89¡ã...<br><br>I've been up all night<br>On the redeye flight<br>The dawn's early light<br>Got the skyline bright<br>I'm in the back of a car service<br>My driver's kind of nervous<br>'cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat<br>You say you know where you at<br>I say I know where I am<br>And if you really want a tip<br>Then mr. don't get flam<br>I ain't tryin' to be rude<br>And I ain't stressin' you gramps<br>But this shit right here<br>It be the breakfast of champs<br>I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old<br>And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold<br>And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold<br>And I ain't here for your pleasin'<br>So put that shit on hold<br>Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel<br>And turn the radio up while I finish this l...<br><br>Bell boy: welcome back to the five seasons mr. ford, your usual room<br>Is ready and waiting. let me take your luggage. if you need anything while<br>You're staying, just let me know.<br>Everlast: good lookin' out...that's for you.<br><br>I hop out my car<br>Step into the lobby<br>Everybody's on the floor (get down)<br>It's a mother****in' robbery<br>The shit's in progress<br>I can feel the stress<br>I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess<br>They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees<br>Between my jewels and my cash<br>I'm holdin' thirty five g's<br>They told me to run it<br>So I got bold and I front it<br>And like slick rick said<br>I know I shouldn't of done it<br>'cause now they standin' over me<br>Watchin' me bleed<br>Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed<br>There's a pain in my chest<br>But yo, I must be blessed<br>Because before I faded out I saw the ems<br>The paramedics<br>They greet me with some anesthetics<br>They killin' my pain<br>They screamin' my name<br>Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world<br>I'm thinkin' about my mom<br>My sister and my girl<br>I'm prayin' to god<br>Don't let this go too far<br>As they rush me into the st. luke's o.r.<br>They pull the bullets out my chest<br>And give 'em back in a jar<br>Now I'm wearin' this scar<br>'cause I tried to play hard<br><br>Doctor: mr. ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.<br>Everlast: what are you talkin' about? <br>Doctor: it would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.<br>Everlast: so what are you tryin' to tell me? <br>Doctor: well, suffice it to say, I don't think you'll be jumping<br>Around anymore.<br><br>Yo, this can't happen to me<br>I just can't believe it<br>Trapped in a wheelchair<br>A parapalegic<br>There ain't no rehab<br>There ain't no therapy<br>For the rest of my life<br>Somebody's gotta take care of me<br>And people stare at me<br>With pity in their eyes<br>And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise<br>And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again<br>'cause my brain's ****ed up on percacet and vicadin<br>Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins<br>Gotta kill these pains<br>Or blow out my brains<br>To free me from these chains<br>I'm trapped in this physical hell<br>To walk again I just might sell my soul<br>And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)