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Pain Song Video (MV)




Performed By: Dat Kid Deuce
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Bryce Carmichael




Dat Kid Deuce - Pain Song Lyrics
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So I have to take the bad with the good
So I guess what I'm feeling is, like, a beautiful sadness
I guess that sounds stupid
Hey, hey, hey, they said they gonna feel the pain in this one right here
Hey, I've been on my pain shit lately, I ain't even gonna lie, it's not even been no sad shit
I mean I'm built different, right? I mean I'm feeling it
I mean I'm built different, right? That's what they telling me
They said I came from the trenches, but I ain't no felon, kid
I say I'm built different, I came from the struggle
I done came from a place where everybody selling bundles
And I ain't talking about that hairstyle, we speaking on that heroin
I'm trying to be a leader to my people like I'm Farrakhan
Trying to run the marathon, I'ma really get it done
Went from handy down clothes to looking fly just like a pelican
Like me, you can make change if you really want to get it done
They trying to take the throne from the king, bitch, I ain't getting up
I done seen overdoses, barely ever seen them toasts
Seen niggas in the kitchen, but they never went to Boces
It's so much crack inside my city, but it ain't for Erosion
Shooters in this city, they pull up like they DeMar DeRozan
Sad times, sad times, I done felt this shit like mad times, mad times
They making moves since it was landlines, landlines
And it's a war against my city, but we gon' blow up like a landmine
If you can't hold me down, I don't want your ass around
How the f*ck I'm making noise and I ain't never make a sound
How I started with a quarter and I flipped it to a pound
Remember days that overlooked me, now they looking at me now
Tell my momma that I'm sorry, sorry, I should've been rich, but I'm tardy, tardy
Give her the money bags like Ari, Ari
I'm doing what I gotta do, even when the family feud like Steve Harvey
Is it too late now to say sorry
I'ma still ball out like Amari
Mix the Patron with the Bacardi
Let's have a party
Mix it like a zebra, feel like Justin Bieber
You a non-believer, you was a deceiver
F*ckin' on you, bitch, I feel like Martin and Gina
Take care of the fam, really, am my brother's keeper
Cold nights, having talks with the Grim Reaper
Life is priceless, can it get cheaper
Climbing to the top, but it gets steeper
They went from not playing my songs to trying to pay for a feature
Ayy, ayy, I think I'ma end that shit right there
We got a lot of beat left, but it's not really a lot of beat
Maybe I'll just end it out with some harmonies or some shit like that
Like some harmonies
This a pain song , pain song
Yeah, yeah, this a pain song , pain song
If you been through it, then sing along, sing along
If you've been through this, then sing along, sing along
This a pain song, pain zone
Yeah, this really is a pain song pain song
If you've been through this, then sing along, sing along
Sing along, sing along
This a pain song
Nigga, sing along, sing along
Sing along, sing along
There
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English

So I have to take the bad with the good
So I guess what I'm feeling is, like, a beautiful sadness
I guess that sounds stupid
Hey, hey, hey, they said they gonna feel the pain in this one right here
Hey, I've been on my pain shit lately, I ain't even gonna lie, it's not even been no sad shit
I mean I'm built different, right? I mean I'm feeling it
I mean I'm built different, right? That's what they telling me
They said I came from the trenches, but I ain't no felon, kid
I say I'm built different, I came from the struggle
I done came from a place where everybody selling bundles
And I ain't talking about that hairstyle, we speaking on that heroin
I'm trying to be a leader to my people like I'm Farrakhan
Trying to run the marathon, I'ma really get it done
Went from handy down clothes to looking fly just like a pelican
Like me, you can make change if you really want to get it done
They trying to take the throne from the king, bitch, I ain't getting up
I done seen overdoses, barely ever seen them toasts
Seen niggas in the kitchen, but they never went to Boces
It's so much crack inside my city, but it ain't for Erosion
Shooters in this city, they pull up like they DeMar DeRozan
Sad times, sad times, I done felt this shit like mad times, mad times
They making moves since it was landlines, landlines
And it's a war against my city, but we gon' blow up like a landmine
If you can't hold me down, I don't want your ass around
How the f*ck I'm making noise and I ain't never make a sound
How I started with a quarter and I flipped it to a pound
Remember days that overlooked me, now they looking at me now
Tell my momma that I'm sorry, sorry, I should've been rich, but I'm tardy, tardy
Give her the money bags like Ari, Ari
I'm doing what I gotta do, even when the family feud like Steve Harvey
Is it too late now to say sorry
I'ma still ball out like Amari
Mix the Patron with the Bacardi
Let's have a party
Mix it like a zebra, feel like Justin Bieber
You a non-believer, you was a deceiver
F*ckin' on you, bitch, I feel like Martin and Gina
Take care of the fam, really, am my brother's keeper
Cold nights, having talks with the Grim Reaper
Life is priceless, can it get cheaper
Climbing to the top, but it gets steeper
They went from not playing my songs to trying to pay for a feature
Ayy, ayy, I think I'ma end that shit right there
We got a lot of beat left, but it's not really a lot of beat
Maybe I'll just end it out with some harmonies or some shit like that
Like some harmonies
This a pain song , pain song
Yeah, yeah, this a pain song , pain song
If you been through it, then sing along, sing along
If you've been through this, then sing along, sing along
This a pain song, pain zone
Yeah, this really is a pain song pain song
If you've been through this, then sing along, sing along
Sing along, sing along
This a pain song
Nigga, sing along, sing along
Sing along, sing along
There
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Writer: Bryce Carmichael
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