[Intro: Bizarre]
Yeah
Uh, I feel no pain
Uh, I've got my mask on
Uh, I'm numb to the world
[Hook: Mr. Porter]
The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast
Head on collision, I'm tryna avoid the crash (pain)
I'm running from my past (Bane)
That's why I wear the mask
These blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cash
You don't get the picture, it could be gone in a flash (pain)
I'm running from my past (Bane)
That's why I wear the mask
[Verse 1: Mr. Porter]
Hope you bought a package of Kleenex (yeah)
Back is the rejects (yeah)
Actually it’s a fact that we shack in the p-jects
Naturally a rat pack will attack cheese (huh)
That’s why I’m in yellow and green
Bae I'll attack the track with all ease (uh)
No I don’t trust these hoes, nigga (uh)
Say they love you for you then turn into a gold digger (pain)
What the fuck you ask me for a dollar for?
Shooting the gym? I ain’t ballin' ho
What I look like, Iguodala to you yo (Bane)
Yup, shots fired, callin' it kettle
Black shit turned the pot higher, eyes tired
Keep trying to sell me a smile, but I’m a hard buyer
Keep shit movin' like a car tire
What you want, a necklace?
I’ll make you a chain out some barbed wire
Yeah
Uh, I feel no pain
Uh, I've got my mask on
Uh, I'm numb to the world
[Hook: Mr. Porter]
The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast
Head on collision, I'm tryna avoid the crash (pain)
I'm running from my past (Bane)
That's why I wear the mask
These blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cash
You don't get the picture, it could be gone in a flash (pain)
I'm running from my past (Bane)
That's why I wear the mask
[Verse 1: Mr. Porter]
Hope you bought a package of Kleenex (yeah)
Back is the rejects (yeah)
Actually it’s a fact that we shack in the p-jects
Naturally a rat pack will attack cheese (huh)
That’s why I’m in yellow and green
Bae I'll attack the track with all ease (uh)
No I don’t trust these hoes, nigga (uh)
Say they love you for you then turn into a gold digger (pain)
What the fuck you ask me for a dollar for?
Shooting the gym? I ain’t ballin' ho
What I look like, Iguodala to you yo (Bane)
Yup, shots fired, callin' it kettle
Black shit turned the pot higher, eyes tired
Keep trying to sell me a smile, but I’m a hard buyer
Keep shit movin' like a car tire
What you want, a necklace?
I’ll make you a chain out some barbed wire
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