"Pain Salesmen" lyrics
Prof & Ren Lyrics
I'm just grinding like I'm told
I'm just trying to sell my soul
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been fighting, running for some time now
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out
Yeah, I've been a well behaved artist
I've been selling my soul
I've been prostituting my losses
Been rocking that roll
I've been cranking that soldier boy
Boy, I'm hitting that road
It's been hard to find happy
I'm clinging, I'm hitting that note
I been all out of dreams, you can't say I didn't try
Pains guaranteed, do you want to hurt by my side?
Got an outgoing tide, people picking their sides
When I think about my life
Wanna be alive when I die
I'm pretty sure somebody gotta die for it
Just bought myself a politician
I'ma sneak through the motherfucker side door
Woo, let's get online
Let's hurt somebody for the high score
My lord thanks for the purpose
Now I got something I can die for
I'm just grinding like I'm told
I'm just trying to sell my soul
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been fighting, running for some time now
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out
Murder, murder...
I got murder on my mind
Drag a body in the woods
Dissect it then dig a pit
Then bury it, it's tricky blood
Pull up with the Prof and then
We profit when we're in your hood
Run this game, we pimpin' pain
And bleed for fame but it's all good
Five syllables, I bled for music
Four syllables, it fed me though
Three syllables, it saved me
Two syllables, crazy
One syllable, go
Shameless, everybody shameless
Monetize life to get instagram famous
Following blindly, the mindless and brainless
The game is contagious, a pain in the anus
My homeostasis is waking up wasted
Selling all my music to make money off the struggle
Living in my western bubble
Trying to make raps in the rubble
Fuck it, I'm on the cheat code, on
Pull up with the Prof with the tints still on
Do a drive by on a politician, bitch die, die
Duff, duff, duff
I'm famous, Mom!
I'm just grinding like I'm told
I'm just trying to sell my soul
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been fighting, running for some time now
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out
I'm just trying to sell my soul
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been fighting, running for some time now
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out
Yeah, I've been a well behaved artist
I've been selling my soul
I've been prostituting my losses
Been rocking that roll
I've been cranking that soldier boy
Boy, I'm hitting that road
It's been hard to find happy
I'm clinging, I'm hitting that note
I been all out of dreams, you can't say I didn't try
Pains guaranteed, do you want to hurt by my side?
Got an outgoing tide, people picking their sides
When I think about my life
Wanna be alive when I die
I'm pretty sure somebody gotta die for it
Just bought myself a politician
I'ma sneak through the motherfucker side door
Woo, let's get online
Let's hurt somebody for the high score
My lord thanks for the purpose
Now I got something I can die for
I'm just grinding like I'm told
I'm just trying to sell my soul
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been fighting, running for some time now
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out
Murder, murder...
I got murder on my mind
Drag a body in the woods
Dissect it then dig a pit
Then bury it, it's tricky blood
Pull up with the Prof and then
We profit when we're in your hood
Run this game, we pimpin' pain
And bleed for fame but it's all good
Five syllables, I bled for music
Four syllables, it fed me though
Three syllables, it saved me
Two syllables, crazy
One syllable, go
Shameless, everybody shameless
Monetize life to get instagram famous
Following blindly, the mindless and brainless
The game is contagious, a pain in the anus
My homeostasis is waking up wasted
Selling all my music to make money off the struggle
Living in my western bubble
Trying to make raps in the rubble
Fuck it, I'm on the cheat code, on
Pull up with the Prof with the tints still on
Do a drive by on a politician, bitch die, die
Duff, duff, duff
I'm famous, Mom!
I'm just grinding like I'm told
I'm just trying to sell my soul
It goes on and on it goes
It goes on and on it goes
We been fighting, running for some time now
Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out
Thanks to Malik for correcting these lyrics.
