Kidd Klassic - 50 Shades of Pain
Fuck that nigga, you think you feelin' on (Facts)I'll buy the deed to the relationship you're buildin' on (No Cap)
Heart is dead, but be careful whose grave you spittin' on (Shhh)
I can't rest, until you know it's you I'm shittin' on (Brrr)
Someone call 9-1-1, there's about to be a murder scene (Boom, Boom)
When I get hurt, I fall back into all my tendencies (That's facts)
My shit hit different when I'm flowin' off the Hennessey (That's facts)
Ain't no voice in my head preventin' me from goin' green
Switch up my pain (Aye)
Fill up my cup (Aye)
Numb in the brain (Aye)
Give me some drugs
Ugh!
I know, it makes your day to watch me tear up for you
I'm still hopeless, & think I can get through to you
& that's what we call 50 shades of pain
When you've been told: "I love you", by someone in vain
You go crazy like Joe & Love, that's called "insane"
I would kill someone for you, but, you wouldn't do the same
That's 50 shades of... pain (Aye, aye, aye)
That's 50 shades of... pain (Aye, aye, aye)
We call that, 50 shades of pain (Aye, aye, aye)
That's 50 shades of... pain (Aye, aye, aye)
We call that, 50 shades of...pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
That's 50 shades of... pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
We call that, 50 shades of... pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
That's 50 shades of... pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
We call that-
I would fuck your best friend, just to show you how I'm feelin' (& she with it)
Nigga, I'm on "Demon Time", fuck all that spiritual healin' (Nah)
Wear my heart like these diamonds (Check)
Stack my bread to the ceilin' (Check)
King shit, call me: "Your Highness" (Facts)
Klassic, one of the realest (Okay)
If you're one of the realest
Treat me like I'm "Mama's Dearest" (For real)
You act stupid & reckless-
Then expect me to be careless (Dumb bitch)
I expect you to hear this (Woo)
Don't expect you to share this (Woo)
Don't expect you to say it-
But, I know that you gon' feel this (Facts)
Get you back like 10 fold (For sure)
You know how things go (Uh-huh)
I get my heart broke (What else?)
& then I go ghost (Alright)
& then I come back to tell you how that feels
Pockets full of mad bills
I find out- you're whack, still
& that's what we call 50 shades of pain
When you've been told: "I love you", by someone in vain
You go crazy like Joe & Love, that's called "insane"
I would kill someone for you, but, you wouldn't do the same
That's 50 shades of... pain (Aye, aye, aye)
That's 50 shades of... pain (Aye, aye, aye)
We call that, 50 shades of pain (Aye, aye, aye)
That's 50 shades of... pain (Aye, aye, aye)
We call that, 50 shades of... pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
That's 50 shades of... pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
We call that, 50 shades of... pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
That's 50 shades of... pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
We call that-
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
Written by:
Christopher Herriot
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