
Feel Each Other’s Pain Illmac (Ft. Chase Moore)
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[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
When I hit lows and can't get right
When I'm against ropes and I sacrifice
I take the insult I won't tip toe around this (?)
I let a pistol, clip blow, for my family's life
And I'll explain it if you on the fence
Self defense — that ain't gangster bitch that's common sense
(On my shit)
Trying to get dough with them packs at night
In this cold with them chapped lips
Trying to flip O's for like half the price
Damn it right, but all that aside I feel your pain
Exhausted, you nine to fiveing, probably feel the same
Probably know about frequent debt
Probably know about deep depression
Probably know about receiving threats
From the IRS and them repossessions
Underpaid and over working, no insurance, rolling dirty
Suspended license, they won't reverse it
I get pulled over, I know it's curtains
Up late, my bad I've had a rough day
I don't have enough space in your status update
My pen and pad are bloodstained
It's the one place that I'm unchained
My brush paints
A masterpiece and then I sadly awake to a canvas unchanged
Blank as their faces when they find the fool
They took us for in the mirror they looking towards
When I hit lows and can't get right
When I'm against ropes and I sacrifice
I take the insult I won't tip toe around this (?)
I let a pistol, clip blow, for my family's life
And I'll explain it if you on the fence
Self defense — that ain't gangster bitch that's common sense
(On my shit)
Trying to get dough with them packs at night
In this cold with them chapped lips
Trying to flip O's for like half the price
Damn it right, but all that aside I feel your pain
Exhausted, you nine to fiveing, probably feel the same
Probably know about frequent debt
Probably know about deep depression
Probably know about receiving threats
From the IRS and them repossessions
Underpaid and over working, no insurance, rolling dirty
Suspended license, they won't reverse it
I get pulled over, I know it's curtains
Up late, my bad I've had a rough day
I don't have enough space in your status update
My pen and pad are bloodstained
It's the one place that I'm unchained
My brush paints
A masterpiece and then I sadly awake to a canvas unchanged
Blank as their faces when they find the fool
They took us for in the mirror they looking towards
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