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Pain Video (MV)

Pain Video
by  AB



Performed By: AB
Length: 3:03
Written by: A.B




AB - Pain Lyrics
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Might be the realist thing heever wrote
Might be the realist thing you ever quote
Might be the hardest road I ever go
Stories From Depression taking notes I let em know
Might be the realist thing heever wrote
Might be the realist thing you ever quote
Might be the hardest road I ever go
Stories From Depression taking notes I let em know
Get em ready I hold it steady and let it flow
Feeling sweaty from story telling I'm in the zone
I tell no lies look in my eyes my weakness shows
The tears cry the dark skies within these groans
These tough guys they full of pride they never show
What's inside of they mind they heart is froze
Keep in mind in due time you'll be exposed
You speak the truth inside the booth may never blow
Never been the aim mane, I share my pain true to my lane stay the same
Here's my struggles flawed images crooked frames, keep the fame and the gain I'll remain lame
Might be the realist thing I ever wrote, might be the realist thing you ever quote
Without a paddle on a faulty boat, in the storm, On this journey searching for hope
Pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain, pain, pain, pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain in my lines, hear the pastor say the vine I should abide
And he can wipe every tear from my eyes, he don't know what I go thru consistently every night
But He say Christ do, and He can provide strength to always push me thru
But these stories from depression if he only knew, the voices in my head to end it all he has no clue
Late nights I contemplate, when suicide call me up for a hot date
Wanna serve me like a hot plate, flirting with the devil end up in a hot place
Pen to the paper, write these letters to the listener
Hope it bless ya like a minister, sincerely from the prisoner
Stories From Depression, these Stories from depression
Got me ready for an intervention, man these stories From Depression
Might be the Realist thing he ever wrote, might be the realist thing you ever quote
Come on in welcome to the show
Stories From Depression grab a seat watch it unfold
Pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain, pain, pain, pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain, pain, pain, pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me
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Might be the realist thing heever wrote
Might be the realist thing you ever quote
Might be the hardest road I ever go
Stories From Depression taking notes I let em know
Might be the realist thing heever wrote
Might be the realist thing you ever quote
Might be the hardest road I ever go
Stories From Depression taking notes I let em know
Get em ready I hold it steady and let it flow
Feeling sweaty from story telling I'm in the zone
I tell no lies look in my eyes my weakness shows
The tears cry the dark skies within these groans
These tough guys they full of pride they never show
What's inside of they mind they heart is froze
Keep in mind in due time you'll be exposed
You speak the truth inside the booth may never blow
Never been the aim mane, I share my pain true to my lane stay the same
Here's my struggles flawed images crooked frames, keep the fame and the gain I'll remain lame
Might be the realist thing I ever wrote, might be the realist thing you ever quote
Without a paddle on a faulty boat, in the storm, On this journey searching for hope
Pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain, pain, pain, pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain in my lines, hear the pastor say the vine I should abide
And he can wipe every tear from my eyes, he don't know what I go thru consistently every night
But He say Christ do, and He can provide strength to always push me thru
But these stories from depression if he only knew, the voices in my head to end it all he has no clue
Late nights I contemplate, when suicide call me up for a hot date
Wanna serve me like a hot plate, flirting with the devil end up in a hot place
Pen to the paper, write these letters to the listener
Hope it bless ya like a minister, sincerely from the prisoner
Stories From Depression, these Stories from depression
Got me ready for an intervention, man these stories From Depression
Might be the Realist thing he ever wrote, might be the realist thing you ever quote
Come on in welcome to the show
Stories From Depression grab a seat watch it unfold
Pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain, pain, pain, pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me calling me
Pain, pain, pain, pain
Is calling me calling me calling me calling me
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Writer: A.B
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