- Cannibal Ox painkillers 歌詞
- Cannibal Ox
- Yo, some nights we got so drunk
Its like we miss the feeling
Of a never ending headache
And a spinning ceiling
The sob story of an alcoholic
On his hands and knees
Praying to that porcelain toilet
Whether behind bars or in front of scars
We use medicine to numb the rap bar
I might tell you something thatll change your death
Pain kills the life
Pleasure loves the breath
Ox acapell
Ill spit this in hell
With Ls hanging off my body
And no ice cooler
Every rhyme
I write Is civilize my future wife
Breaking her water
In a time without order
Yo, chaos is born
A seance is spawned
And I resurrect light beams
That resemble red dawns
I guess thats why
I was born
To recognize the beauty of a roses thorn
And learn from the strife of a soul thats torn
To be forewarned
Just to be forearmed
So let that thought settle
As we backpeddle
Through the seven seas of info
Thatll crush your ego
Some of us pop pills and snort coke
To pain kill
Some of us rap drugs and bear witness
Cause lifes ill
Y0, but true happiness comes from within
You cant rely on a substance
Look at addiction for instance
And in an instance
Youll wake up out of that
Requiem for a
Dream But you still caught it in the rectum
Right here trapped in the box
Thinkin Raps all
I got Smoke too much pot
Bones with ?chromes ? twisted in knots
Cold vein with thoughts
Bubbling hot
Stoned in the bedroom
Writin this poem
Off the phone
Caught a head rush
Smoke clouded my dome
At the end of my ropes
Writing these notes
Hopin to float
On what is bull****
Pull spliffs flowin to
Goats The skys the limit
Stay powered vision
Visualize the body righteous
Lost cipher
The minds wisdom
Helped me through lifes transitions
Im in a tight position
Hungry-ass **** flippin
With no *** of ret (ribution)
This stress got my chest a mess
Breathless
Im vexed
Trying to escape out of the depths
Of hells nest
So i rest inhale
The ?tone and bless?
And let the stress exhale
Through clouds of cess
My mind foggy
And body wet
Poppin shotties
Shot straight through the nostril
Cloudy with thoughts of ill type menageries
When pops used to tell me 'it wasnt like this with drugs and *** up in my day',
But poppy
**** really changed
Yo *****z is losing their minds
And I cant really blame them
Im losing my brain
In these times
And Im ?angered? with hangovers
Ready to ride off a cliff with a
Range Rover
Like I was ****in
Thelma & Louise
And if I had a trigger
I would squeeze
Believe Blow my whole head off and bleed
Trying to get that same feeling
Every day pain killing
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