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EVERLAST lyrics : "Painkillers"

Flight Attendant: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be
the first
to welcome you to New York City. We'd like to thank you for

flying Pan Am.
The local time is 6:45AM and the temperature is 89°...


I've been up all night
On the redeye flight
The dawn's early light

Got the skyline bright
I'm in the back of a car service
My driver's kind of nervous

'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
You say you know where you at
I say I know where I am

And if you really want a tip
Then Mr. don't get flam
I ain't tryin' to be rude

And I ain't stressin' you gramps
But this %#@! right here
It be the breakfast of champs

I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold

And I ain't here for your pleasin'
So put that %#@! on hold
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel

And turn the radio up while I finish this L...

Bell Boy: Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual

room
is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need
anything while

you're staying, just let me know.
Everlast: Good lookin' out...That's for you.


I hop out my car
Step into the lobby
Everybody's on the floor (get down)

It's a mother$#&@in' robbery
The %#@!'s in progress
I can feel the stress

I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash

I'm holdin' thirty five G's
They told me to run it
So I got bold and I front it

And like Slick Rick said
I know I shouldn't have done it
'Cause now they standin' over me

Watchin' me bleed
Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed
There's a pain in my chest

But yo, I must be blessed
Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
The paramedics

They greet me with some anesthetics
They killin' my pain
They screamin' my name

Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
I'm thinkin' about my mom
My sister and my girl

I'm prayin' to God
Don't let this go too far
As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.

They pull the bullets out my chest
And give 'em back in a jar
Now I'm wearin' this scar

'Cause I tried to play hard

Doctor: Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

Everlast: What are you talkin' about?
Doctor: It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your
spine and damaged the cord.

Everlast: So what are you tryin' to tell me?
Doctor: Well, it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin'
around anymore.

Yo, this can't happen to me

I just can't believe it
Trapped in a wheelchair
A paraplegic
There ain't no rehab
There ain't no therapy

For the rest of my life
Somebody's gotta take care of me
And people stare at me
With pity in their eyes
And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise

And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again
'Cause my brain's $#&@ed up on percacet and vicadin
Might as well be !@(% pulsin' through my veins
Gotta kill these pains
Or blow out my brains

To free me from these chains
I'm trapped in this physical hell
To walk again I just might sell my soul
And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)

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