Pain (Acoustic) - dylAn

It's hard to maintain A simple thought through the day Every voice its own planet And my mind tends to gravitate I am pushed I am pulled into every which way Oh life is the great Is the great Is the greatest Strain I was sleeping fitfully Troubled by a disjointed dream One in which my past was a house All my failure were books to read I awoke to my cellphone convulsing Your name across the crystal screen Oh life does the strange Does the strange Does the strangest things You were sounding okay Mistaken for the clinically insane Saying a man down in Texas Was just waiting to communicate That I ought to open my mind to his wisdom And let it radiate Oh let it wash over me Let it sing Let it say Give yourself a million years to wake up in the morning And give yourself a million more then if you're still tired There is nothing There is nothing There is nothing but time We are not sick you and I Don't you listen to lies It's hard to explain But all the forms are contained When you scratch out the faces and names In your memory Close your eyes against the light Still the pattern remains It remains in its place Like an obstinate stain Gestalt of original pain

(Ho vent'anni, due palle e una parola) (Soldi su soldi, su soldi, su soldi) (Nessuno in famiglia più lavora) Amo la musica, amo la zona Senti Mi hanno detto "Gestir la fama non è semplice" Non sono i miei colleghi, niente frociate per vendere M dice: "Mashalla", ho i soldi di un chilo di bamba Li tengo tutti in contanti Li voglio sempre a portata A scuola quando andavo uscivo sempre per fumare La gente senza sogni a me cosa mi può insegnare? Postato dentro al game, come Lewa devo segnare Ho i miei supporter caldi, chiedon "Quando droppi, Vale?" Pain Perché anche coi soldi posso Pain Perché ho sofferto per 'sto posto Pain Perché ti hittiamo sul tuo corpo Ho scritto con il sangue questo disco e sarà oro Yo, lil' bih, is NKO on beat "Pain" leggilo dalla collana M ha i reati in tasca, non abbiam studiato ad Harvard Un paio dei miei boys lanciano i dadi nella scala Lei ha preso il quarto Xanax, non sa più come si chiama Il mio jeans è Rick Owens, la tua musica è da ricchione Dove ti porto coi miei boy non prende mica il cercapersone Carabineros da Nobu, ma ho ancora gli sbatti coi carabinieri La tua donna ti setuppa, volevi beccarla, hai beccato i miei negri, yo Hustlin nelle scale, ne alzo dieci di Natale NKO non fermare questa merda Abbiamo altri soldi da fare Qua si parla di spendere e spandere Verso Cognac apriamo le danze Al live portano dieci puttane Ci dicono: "Scegli, son tutte per Vale" Vale Pain, c'ho il mio nome al collo Via Ricciarelli su un Porsche In zona un little G ti scamma Non pagare mai col POS Stupid Italy, tu anche se critichi mi fai un pompino Per ogni hater che mi odia gratto del tartufo e vinco (Ce l'abbiamo fatta) (Ringrazio Dio soltanto) (Che trasformi l'odio in amore) (Quest'acqua in alcol) (Queste barre in un platino) (Ci arrestano ma non parliamo) (Hustlin till we die) (Seven Zoo) "Top tre dei rapper preferiti ti direi Vale Pain, Vale Pain e Valerio Pain"

Well, there seems to be a wild man just wandering around in all black... In all black. Repeat: all. black. His glasses appear to be fucked up Fell asleep on the west coast Woke up in Sunrise Always talk 'bout my shades dog Yea I rock tape on both sides Never need a fuckin' co-sign Got my dogs out the coupe Tear it down, raise the roof Pray to God I go to heaven Spit the flame verse next to Kevin Remember they wouldn't believe in him Now all of the secrets I'm keepin' 'em The MSFTS Kevin Smith Go ahead and call me four-eyes Auto-pilot when I drive by No license, big surprise In that all black, Alfreds Disguise Slippin', slippin', ya slippin' ya slippin' ya slippin' To be honest all you niggas trippin' No idea what all ya niggas sippin' And you walk around like a zero Too bad you're a fuckin' weirdo Alfred is a hero Thought I made myself clear hoe Take your best written verse, wait Just to locate, the nearest trashcan Put my mask on like I'm Batman Man that shit is entertainin' Damn, the game need savin' And y'all just been patiently waitin' For me to drop the fuckin album, swear that shit's 'gon be astoundin' Lost my mind, couple years ago, swear to God, have you fuckin' found it? On everything I really do this K.K.S. is my movement Had to go and keep it fluid Had to go and keep it real Had to go and keep it trill Had to go and say just what I feel If you sat me down tryna switch it up, bet you that I wouldn't sign the deal "More consciousness!" "Is you gay bro?" Not gonna lie, low-key though And they feelin' him, can't doubt him Ima drop two albums Fuck around (pull up) When I wake up Fell asleep on the west coast Woke up in sunrise Always talk 'bout my shades dog Yea I rock tape on both sides Never need a fuckin' co-sign Got my dogs out the coupe Tear it down, raise the roof Pray to God I go to heaven Spit the flame verse next to Kevin Remember they wouldn't believe in him Now all of the secrets I'm keepin' 'em The MSFTS Kevin Smith Go ahead and call me four-eyes Auto-pilot when I drive by No license, big surprise In that all black, Alfreds Disguise