[Lyric] PAIN 2002 (Cyta Zoan)

[Verse]
Need pain? I'm that nigga for the job, ooh
Need a wheel change on my car, ooo
I’m the perfect candle for the dark, too
Nigga want the smoke, the exhaust, ooh
Coastline nigga with the full tide shit
Spar wit a nigga like apartheid bitch
Smokin' on that gas, in my car high as shit
Lookin' at the sky hopin’ I die quick
Late nights spent on the bedroom floor
Mom think I'm asleep, but she ain't really know
Just how fucked-up I been lately, drive me crazy
I'ma need yo number baby, uh
Where you from? Eastside slums
Fuck a bitch once and them I'm done
I got paranoia, calls on my phone too
Need a vaca', I think I'm finna go home soon, uh
Nigga got bitches in the contact, woah
Fuck a nigga up, go and blog that ho
Finna talk dirty, ho stop that
I ain't with the mess, let’s fall back
I got 99 problеms in my contacts, son
Why you think I call my bitch number one?
Niggas want the toast, lеt’s plug me in
They don't have to play my shit
Y’all be tryna play my bitch
Fuck a hundred, keep it million
I be high as fuck, I'm on the ceiling
All these pills are going to my head
Half these crackers prolly want me dead
Nigga I'm a pacifist, blunt like I'm ashin, bitch
Really finna throw a nigga, lake we could catch a fish
Toss him on the track with a metal pair of pliers
I got all this blood on my attire
[Outro]
Fuck a hundred, keep it million
I be high as fuck, I’m on the ceiling
All these pills are going to my head
Half these crackers prolly want me dead