Everlast – Painkillers (Guitar)

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On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first

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To welcome you to New York City. We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.

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

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I've been up all night

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On the redeye flight, The dawn's early light

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Got the skyline bright, I'm in the back of a car service

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My driver's kind of nervous, Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat

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You say you know where you at, I say I know where I am

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And if you really want a tip,

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Then Mr. don't get flam, I ain't tryin' to be rude

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And I ain't stressin' you gramps, But this shit right here

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It be the breakfast of champs

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I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old

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And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold

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And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold

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And I ain't here for your pleasin', So put that shit on hold

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Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel

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

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Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford,

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Your usual room, Is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage.

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If you need anything while you're staying, just let me know.

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Good lookin' out...That's for you.

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I hop out my car, Step into the lobby

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Everybody's on the floor (get down), It's a motherfuckin' robbery

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The shit's in progress

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I can feel the stress

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I wanna silenty to God how I get in this mess

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They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees

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Between my jewels and my cash, I'm holdin' thirty five G's

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They told me to run it, So I got bold and I front it

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And like Slick Rick said, I know I shouldn't have done it,

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Cause now they standin' over me, Watchin' me bleed

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

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

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The paramedics, They greet me with some anesthetics, They killin' my pain

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They screamin' my name, Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world

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I'm thinkin' about my mom, My sister and my girl

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I'm prayin' to God, Don't let this go too far

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As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.

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They pull the bullets out my chest, And give 'em back in a jar

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Now I'm wearin' this scar

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Cause I tried to play hard

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I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

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What are you talkin' about?

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It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine

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And that damaged the cord, So what are you tryin' to tell me?

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Well, it's safe to say I don't think

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You'll be jumpin' around anymore.

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Yo, this can't happen to me, I just can't believe it

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Trapped in a wheelchair, A paraplegic

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There ain't no rehab, There ain't no therapy

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For the rest of my life, Somebody's gotta take care of me

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And people stare at me, With pity in their eyes

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And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise

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And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again

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Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin

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Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins

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Gotta kill these pains, Or blow out my brains

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To free me from these chains, I'm trapped in this physical hell

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To walk again I just might sell my soul

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And I'm only twenty somethin' years old (years old)