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ericdoa - pain lyrics

[verse 1: ericdoa]
f+ck a preset, i hate fl
this new update suck d+ck
all these f+ckin’ plugins, man, they suck d+ck
remember my music used to sound like sh+t
and yo’ music still f+cking sound like sh+t
if you on the scene then you on d+ck
make music with other men, you on b+lls
and the og i know look like john wall
who the f+ck even like john wall?
back then used to rock with john wall
i’m a lil’ dude, but i still ball
on the money, man, yeah, i stand tall
your baby daddy don’t make no money at all
your baby daddy, he be sharing his drawls
your baby daddy, he be sleeping on straws
your baby daddy, he gon’ run from the law
but when you know it, i don’t give no f+cks
i ride ’round in that tesla truck
matter fact, boy, i got the model y
name one rapper got the model y
your baby daddy don’t know how to drive
i was sellin’ crack since was like five
got a crack rock, boy, it’s prime time
got a crack rock, boy, it’s time to shine
yeah, crack rock, that’s my favorite crime
for the crack rock, boy, i’d do the time
for the crack rock, boy, i’d walk the line
your homeboy fell in love with a b+tch online
i don’t f+ck with n0body be e+dating
how you twenty+three and you e+dating?
how the f+ck y’all gon’ have s+x?
have discord s+x, have facetime s+x, have teamspeak s+x
y’all really be f+ckin’ virgins
never went outside a day in your life
never f+cked no hoes no day in your life
never hit no l!ck no day in your life
never put on a fit in a day in your life
never smile, man, yeah, a day in my life
i forgot how therapeutic this sh+t was
so i’ma just talk my sh+t on a beat
what happened to sebii music, man?
sh+t really used to go hard
thought bro really gonna go far
grown man now singin’ ’bout farts
grown man singin’ ’bout some d+mn sh+t
grown man singin’ ’bout some d+mn d+cks
f+ck wrong with dude? i swear to god
this is why i don’t f+ck with n0body no more
f+ck hyperpop, boy, i’m kickin’ your door
f+ck my advance, i’m buy me a horse
sike, nah, bro, i’m gon’ need more
sh+t, lemme think ’bout sh+t that p+ss me off
boy, this ain’t really p+ss me off
but adam levine, he kinda wildin’ out
inspirin’ these hoes to post the dms
i be buggin’ out in the dms
i be flirtin’ with hoes in the dms
bro gon’ name a baby after this b+tch
adam levigne, he tweakin’ like sh+t
bro gotta be off of the craziest pills
think about how much coke he could buy from that deal
think about how much crack you could buy from that deal
he was a rich man, he made payphone
i hit the trap off the d+mn payphone
now i don’t gotta trap off no payphone
that motherf+cker used to be on the voice
i’ma be honest, the show was aight
motherf+cker would kick it with ceelo green
boy, i be rockin’ with ceelo green
pockets fat like i’m ceelo green
pockets skinny, need to see more green
i hate these hoes like ceelo green
shoutout f+ckin’ ceelo green
i forgot about the sh+t about the voice
this ain’t good, we spendin’ the check
sh+t, to be honest, that sh+t not fair
man, f+ck that, i would win that sh+t
f+ck everybody that’s up in that b+tch
know light shows that would do with some talent
b+tch, i got talent
they say that whippin’ up crack ain’t a talent
told that b+tch, “okay, watch what happens”
man, f+ck tv, i hate tv
all them talk shows, man, they lame as f+ck
not gon’ lie though, boy, i rock with conan
he was the only one that was f+ckin’ trappin’
conan in the back and he f+ckin’ trappin’
i don’t give a f+ck about no jimmy fallon
beat the f+ck out of jimmy fallon
ain’t got no love for no d+mn jimmy fallon
do a home invasion on jimmy fallon
man, f+ck tv, boy, i’m off of that sh+t
i’ma talk about streaming services
boy, i don’t rock with no streaming services
why the f+ck i gotta pay to see a youtube video?
i don’t wanna watch no netflix original
hulu, yeah, i’m kinda rockin’ with y’all
y’all got atlanta and better call saul
boy, i really love atlanta
the lil’ [dork+headed?][2:52] boy in atlanta
fulton county, boy, i was in atlanta
not from the south, but i lived in atlanta
funny thing when i lived in atlanta
we couldn’t have no sh+t at all
h+lla people dyin’ at lenox mall
don’t wear nice clothes at lenox mall
they gon’ rob your ass of everything you got
last time i was there, a dog got shot
swear to god these motherf+ckers don’t care no more
at this point, anybody could get hit
lowkey, yeah, i kinda respect that sh+t
imagine a giraffe start pressin’ you
giraffe like, “give me everything you got in your pocket”
thank god you keepin’ that motherf+ckin’ rocket
to be honest, i’m blastin’ on that giraffe
i’m puttin’ that giraffe in a body bag
f+ck the giraffe, i’m runnin’ out of time
so i think that it’s ’bout time that i slide, aight
i don’t f+ck with no politicians
boy, i don’t f+ck with no superstitions
nah, i don’t f+ck with no ruth chris
i don’t f+ck with the fact i don’t got a company card
interscope, boy, give me a card
i’m making music, f+ck you give it to the a&r?
a&r just be on a laptop
boy, i be on the laptop
[verse 2: perto]
yeah, i look like a f+cking sped
when i see a pretty girl, i’m like, “oh my god, that’s how i have to present”
need more makeup and booty shorts, that makes me want to punch myself in the head
my dad called a soccer player a h0m+, oh my god, i think he’s a fed
back to what i was saying, when i see a pretty girl, i get upset
when i see a bad b+tch, i have to become her and crawl inside of her head
you wake up with no stylist, i wake up with existential dread
i wake up tomorrow, became more crazy, i’m like, “hey, it’s fred”
oh my god, i am so stupid, why my parents name me rupert?
ah, i’m gonna f+cking lose it, if i find a gun, i’ma do it
why i sound like hobo johnson? i wanna sound like caroline polachek
twenty+five, please go get a check
twenty+nine, please go get a check
matter of fact, my brain needs to get checked
if i look like her, i’d be perfect
i’m itching for a percocet
i’m on the boat with eric and it’s wet
woke up, said f+ck cigarettes
i ran through a pack today alone
she ain’t hit me back, i’m so alone
hatin’ on me from a cracked iphone
she hit me back, uh, let’s go
matter of fact, why glaive steal my swag?
i was like, “i don’t care”, it made me sad
if you can take my swag, then maybe it’s bad
listen to my album, like, it’s bad
wake up in the morning, like, it’s bad
fart break and i’m switching up that flow
why i wanna slit my throat?
i told mia, “i don’t want no dome”
australian girl put my number in her phone
deaded it for my bro
wearin’ rick, i put it on
need the women’s wear
not going back there, but if i am a man another hour, i’ll shed a tear
oh my god, sebii sucks, why is he more popular than me?
probably ’cause he puts out music consistently and girls think he’s hotter than me
f+ck that, he’s not hotter than me
but he’s better at using rhymezone
i was fourteen, like, uh, i’m grown (that was a mistake, honestly)
every time i get fanart, it makes me want to put a bullet in my head
sometimes i get alone, i pull out the burner twitter out in my bed
not in the house, thank you eric for letting me stay
i need a bad b+tch
if i didn’t bring that b+tch to the boat, then maybe they’d be feeding me grapes
uh, i need more bread so i can bring hijackk to l.a
shoutout to him and shoutout to dae
swag on the beat like i’m deranged
dugh, dumb as h+ll
when i was fourteen, the soul, i sell
met some friends and i met ecco2k and skrillex, but i’m going to h+ll
back to being fourteen, i was getting groomed and i was like, “this sh+t is lit”
crack open my head with a hollow tip—
why a tweet put me on the no+flight list?
i’m gonna hug a girl in paris
f+ck that flow, it’s really bad
i’m getting money, can you see me, dad?
british people be like, “i need a f+g”
whenever i meet a british person, they’re like, “you’re from liverpool? that’s f+cked up”
i said, “that’s really classist”, i’m like, “uh, that’s f+cked up”
look at myself in the mirror, i’m like, “uh, that’s f+cked up”
i heard a dog getting ripped to shreds last night, that’s f+cked up
high heels, bust nut
everybody can get f+cked+f+cked
they don’t listen to a word i say, they nod their heads and go, “uh+huh”
cut off my d+ck with play scissors
i’m with zac, i drain different
scat pack, lane switchin’
i’m at the celine fitter
how the f+ck i get this far? i haven’t really done sh+t
i feel like i’m thirty+seven, mm, i’m a dumb b+tch
matter of fact, i need to eat more
i’m a human version of eeyore
eat a handful of nuts for fashion week, i wanna be small
my waist size is twenty+seven, why the f+ck i wanna be small?
i’m asking for the fairy boots at the paris celine store
met a b+tch named margaret in paris, i wanna look like her
i wish i looked like her
i might need to eat less food
i’m recording in john’s room
i’m a little b+tch and that’s true
my teachers were like, “you can’t sit still and you’re stupid, that’s on you”
i was sleeping in gaming cafés, did what had to be done
sh+t might go left real fast if i get access to a gun
my life is actually very nice, i just act like a p+ssy
i feel like silentó when he had the picture of his bussy
grrah
[verse 3: kmoe]
sitting in john’s room, hungry as f+ck
i need someone to fill me up (pause)
i need something to fill me up
these f+cking funyuns ain’t cutting it anymore
my girlfriend just sent me a picture on snapchat and she was crying
if i said that i didn’t miss her, i would definitely be lying
i’m in l.a., but kinda miss my bed, for real
all these ubers got me dead, for real
order uber eats for every meal
some days i just won’t eat a meal
my girlfriend at home, laying in bed
i wish my girlfriend could give me head
i’m sleeping on an inflatable bed
i swear to god my back gon’ be dead
i can’t survive on just this distrokid money
need maggie to pay me my f+ckin’ money
why does no one wanna pay me my money?
how am i supposed to live?
what the f+ck my lawyer doin’, dog?
i saw him chillin’ with the chainsmokers
why the f+ck you with the chainsmokers?
tell maggie to give me my f+ckin’ money
what did sebii just say?
take off your panties take a p++py?
i’m chilling with my roommate, rupie
he slept on the couch ’cause he hates me
this b+tch sittin’ here, calling me crazy
that’s one thing i’ve been feeling like lately
wait, that’s my buddy eric’s song
man, i f+ckin’ love that song
man, i wish i could make a song
why am i wasting my time with this sh+t?
i’m right on the edge of my sh+t
leaning over the edge and sh+t
why the f+ck this crib got five balconies?
who the f+ck needs five balconies?
has anyone f+cked on these balconies?
i just know eric wants to f+ck valkyrae
lil peep 2, lil peep 2, lil peep 2, lil peep 2
peepee, poo, peepee, poo
p++ping on my weewee, loo
sitting at the hungry jack’s
she suckin’ all over my b+llsack
i’m on the edge, don’t give me flack
i feel like no one has my back
just switched up the flow ’cause i’m feeling kinda sad, man
b+tch, you really thought i was sad? you really thought i was—? ah
you really thought i was ’boutta go full emo
the name’s kmoe, not k+emo
i stayed in your house for like a week
how the f+ck you can’t get my name right, alice?
i’m moving bricks across the canadian border
please don’t tell the canadian border
they think i’m a tourist like bladee
walk around like a tourist like bladee
i really wish i was gettin’ some head
i already said that bar, so f+ck it
sh+ttin’ in a f+ckin’ bucket
your daddy name probably steve mccrucket
how the f+ck you down bad about whethan?
that dude named himself after a cracker
i wish i had some cheez+it crackers
or a sandwich made with peanut b+tter
ericdoa lookin’ at girls on twitch
i’m an ugly son of a b+tch
i don’t own any margiela
and my miharas are fake as f+ck
i wish i didn’t wear any reps
rupert called me out for wearin’ reps
at the time i bought them, i had no bread
i could probably buy them not, check my bank
nah, lowkey, don’t check my bank account
please don’t do it, it’s kinda embarrassing
i’m singin’ on this beat like i’m chris breezy
i’m gonna sing the rest of the bars
this is like that one r. kelly song
if you know the words, just sing along
just kidding, you can’t, it’s not a real song
i’m, i’m, i’m vocalizing on this f+ckin’ beat
i really wanna beat my meat
john’s room smells like feet
i wanna eat some salami
rupert probably ordered food without me
i feel like babytron inside this b+tch
where the ladies at in this crib?
just kidding, i love my girlfriend, i would never cheat on her
oh+oh+oh, oh+oh+oh
f+ck, this mic sounds really good
maybe i should buy this mic
but that’s a lot of money i could be spending on food instead
i wish i was dead, this song is so sad
i went on for so long, my laptop almost dead
(that’s the end of my verse)
[verse 3: dœgægé]
uh, sh+t
i put a man in the er
sippin’ that lean in the whip, i can’t steer
all the teachers at my school called me a r+t+rd
i’m not a rapper, i’m a public speaker, yeah
hoe’s back riding this d+ck like, “yee+haw”
dœgægé on stage playing the guitar
getting naked with hijackk, oh, yee+haw
left my hometown, i told my parents, “see ya later”
your p+ssy is dry like raisins
i’m at the skatepark, like, b+tch, do tre flip
right at your heart, that’s where i’m aimin’
i told my boss, “i would like a raise please”
i’m at the hospital deliverin’ babies
jeff dahmer polaroid, say cheese
i just tied a knot with a melbourne lady
mini skirt googled, “how to tie a noose”
who let the dogs out? they are on the loose
who spilled that paint bucket on those margiela shoes?
jack got a new grill for his front tooths
alcohol and on the missing, never tell the truth
sometimes it bleeds when i take p++ps
doctor gave me some medicine, he’s like, “take two”
every day i’m at the ericdoa concert and i brought a grenade
i’m at the hairdresser, i just ordered a fade
i got some chicken tenders, peas, and corn on my plate
i really wanna get laid
i could do the caleb special every second of the day
put this tongue to use, baby, sit on my face
smelling ketamine off the car keys
i lost my father in a police car chase
b+tch, you just spilled a gnt on my brown khakis
gotta take ’em to the dry cleaner, and i’m not happy
i’ve been ten years sober, but, no, not exactly
i’m on nickelodeon ’cause i’m so good at acting

[verse 4: hijackk]
oh, they had to kick us out the 3902
francine dong, i have 3902 shots for you
we have one key like, “f+ck it, it’ll do”
if i see francine dong, she better have some good news
give me my bong back you f+cking b+tch
i’m in la trying not to crash the whip
i’m in la, trying not to pop a brick
i’m in a— oh, wait, sh+t
who the f+ck invented zoloft?
45 b+st+rd grillz ’cause i’m a showoff
why the f+ck are we playing at the [?] show, p+ss off
i’m going there, singin’ three songs, and gonna walk off
f+ck it, me and fauna working at bubba pizza
go ahead, laugh at f+cking bubba pizza
actually, i really enjoy making f+cking pizzas
but my job is so easy, they could give it to r+t+rd
ugh, eric, where the f+ck is your gun safe?
they won’t let me have one here ’cause i’m clinically insane
my psychologist says it’s the b+tches to blame
i f+cking hate women, but i love daine
[?] is incel
free palestine and f+cking infidel
i feel like yeat, mm, ring the bell
my life is still good, mm, but it is a bit of h+ll

[verse 5: fauna, dœgægé]
d+mn, hop on the beat, i feel like kevin gates
my dog just died, i really hope he went to heaven’s gates
i was at melbourne’s central, they wanted me to join a cult, i think it was heaven’s gate
i just saw rupert dressing up as a girl, and i can’t lie, he kinda ate
d+mn, turn off my d+mn phone
i just saw central cee on the tram home
i wanna drink a beer at the clam, bro
hop on the beat and change the d+mn flow
jack just got grillz, he looks like travis scott
i act like i’m happy, but i am not
jack just got grillz, he looks like bryson tiller
i wish i could afford rice for dinner
have a show tomorrow and don’t wanna go
actually, free alcohol, i do wanna go
i was in st kilda while she sh+t on the floor
i was in 524 when i sh+t on the floor
why does francine want us to leave
break into her house with my team
what’s for dinner? it’s probably hungry jacks
my dog died, but also my cat named max
caleb, come here and take off ur dax
f+ck this blunt, i wanna smoke some crack
actually, i just wanna party
playboi carti, jeff hardy
caleb and jack just got home, it smells like chips
i’m going to crown, and i’m spending chips
there’s still some salt on your lips
come here and let me l!ck your lips
come here and let me freestyle
hit that kickflip, clean style
boy, i feel like keemstar
actually, i feel like lil nas
b+tch, i feel like chief keef
i’m at 3902, chiefin’ keef
i’m at 3902, beatin’ meat
livin’ 3902, i guess i’m on the street
d+mn, let that sink in
i’m at the restaurant, the wine glass clinkin’
mm, i’m thinkin’
caleb’s here, say hi
hi
ayy, i feel so fly, yuh
ayy, i feel like cry, yuh
my microphone just died, yuh
(what the f+ck?)
i’m ’bout to start stabbin’, i’m ’bout to start stabbin’
punch me, and right quick, i’m ’bout to start rappin’
punch me, and right quick, i’m ’bout to start snappin’
i’m at bubba pizza, i’m ’bout to start snappin’
f+ck bubba pizza, i’m ’bout to start trappin’
do you want a fifty bag?
i really miss my dad
hold up, right quick, i’m ’boutta rap
what’s up caleb? give me dap
caleb just dapped me up
jack is picking daine up
hold up, i’m insane, yup
i just drove past, listen now
i’m ’bout to jump off the balcony, listen now
f+ck being a rapper, i’m a fisher now
my micr— phone sounds like a twister now

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