D-Block Europe - Pain Game lyrics

D-Block Europe [Young Adz, Dirtbike LB] United Kingdom

[D-Block Europe - Pain Game lyrics]

It's days like this when I yeah

It's days like this when
I think 'bout the past
I got pain on my mind, I got questions to ask
All these drugs on my soul, man
They tear me apart
It's days like this when I
Think 'bout the past
8, 000 for drip and that is just minimum
My Rollie is brown, I call it the cinnamon
For this love, I'll be buying you everything
I'm on codeine, can't think about anything
I sip on this drink, it's my medicine
We go straight to Dior and buy many things
These drugs go straight to my face
Off White tags dropping on my laces
Pussy so sweet, it's amazing
Fuck you in the trap, go crazy
Leather look cream like pastry
Killers still hiding their faces
They still got Goddy on basic
And I still spend twenty on trainers
And I still spill drink when I'm faded
And I still think your pussy is amazing
I just spent a hundred thou on Ranges
They think that it's rented but girl
I paid it no, that ain't cap for sure
Bro got the pack from north
He got the wap, of course
Bro got the wap for sure
So he moving paranoid
Slime, slatt with my slime 'cause
He bring the packs back
Taking time with my mind, I'm off the Xanax
Coming up for a lil' slime, she going bye bye
He said he got bricks of
The shine but, nigga
We know that it's rap cap
How do you feel? How do you
Feel when you can buy love?
How do you feel? How do you feel
When you run out of love?
Said that I would hit her, now I'm on pills
Taking this muck
Girl, I got codeine in my lungs

More time, more time, more time, more time
Speak about the drugs 'cause I
Came from a poor life
More time, more time, more time, more time
Speak about the cup and I
Show you what four like
I can show you more life
Show you what Dior like
I wanna show life, girl, it's your life, yeah

More time, more time, more
Time, crack and heroin
Sell it by the shore side
More time, more time, more time
She just wanna see what Dior like
Frontline, frontline, frontline, frontline
I was there with the fiends
Moss Side, Moss Side, Moss Side, Moss Side
Where I bought good B
She told to the jakes, that's intelligence
Sip a litre of some lean when I reminisce
Baby girl, who you fuck, that's irrelevant
Look at my ring and she told me I'm devilish
Told me your ex wasn't levelling
I took her out of the country
And showed her some better things
Now she humming and ahhing like
She got a speech impediment
She be in LA for the month and she told
Me I shouldn't mix Perc with the lean
Percocets ready
She look in my face and she said
"I think you should go clean"
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
They ain't ever making a nigga mummy cry
Prescrip Prescrip Prescrip Prescription
I'm on a ride

More time, more time, more time, more time
Speak about the drugs 'cause I
Came from a poor life
More time, more time, more time, more time
Speak about the cup and I
Show you what four like
I can show you more life
Show you what Dior like
I wanna show life, girl, it's your life, yeah

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