"1800-PAIN" lyrics

"1800-PAIN"

Ay look at me in my eyes
There ain't shit that's sweet
I just spent a mill on my detox in a week
Yeah I been counting pills
Fuck is counting sheep
Tryna stack my money
This peace of mind ain't cheap

Yeah and it won't be long 'til I'm long gone
Yeah scarring up my arms
Somewhere in a foreign
Everywhere I go, feeling like I don't belong
Thinking about my OGs that I swore that was wrong

I just wanna ease my stress
I just wanna smile
Breaking down in tears from my trauma as a child
Breaking down in tears from the trauma happening now
1-800 PAIN is the number you have dialed

All my friends is dying
I'm riding in style
Tryna touch my heart
That's gonna take a while
Thank God for my brother, the fuck I'd do without Kyle
Thank God for my brothers, not leaving me an only child

Whole gang 'round
But still I'm by myself
I need a high now
I'll trade it for my health
No matter where I go, this Glock up on my belt
Yeah got me feeling low, I fuck around and felt

I just checked my bag, baby I ain't got much left
Just let me hit this line before I turn to myself
Stole their peace of mind, I'm Doris Payne with the theft
Gas light 'em all, make 'em blame it on their self

Fentanyl in my veins like I'm waiting on the end
Hope they learn from me and the places that I've been
I keep pressing sage like we better have that kid
'Cause I can't help but feel

Yeah and it won't be long 'til I'm long gone
Yeah and it won't be long 'til I'm long gone
'Til I'm long gone

Ay look at me in my eyes
There ain't shit that's sweet
I just spent a mill on my detox in a week
Yeah I been counting pills
Fuck is counting sheep
Tryna stack my money
This peace of mind ain't cheap

Yeah and it won't be long 'til I'm long gone
Yeah scarring up my arms
Somewhere in a foreign
Everywhere I go, feeling like I don't belong
Thinking about my OGs that I swore that was wrong

I just wanna ease my stress
I just wanna smile
Breaking down in tears from my trauma as a child
Breaking down in tears from the trauma happening now
1-800 PAIN is the number you have dialed


Writer(s): Scott Anthony Jr Arceneaux
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