Pain Killers and Paint Colors Rittz (Ft. Chris Webby)

[Intro: Rittz]
Yuh-uh-yeah
This shit feel good

[Verse 1: Rittz]
Foggy haze on my Cartier's, I took 'em off and I wipe my lense
Smoking an exotic strain from Colorado Springs, to come down from a white girl binge
Independent, finally parted ways and cut the ball and chain
Feel like I gave ninety-nine percent
Now I'm keeping every dollar I make and every diamond ring
Looking like a white ice person
Bitches trip when they see me on TMZ
Froze like the stone man on Jesus T
Try to keep the peace and let SP squeeze the heat
You talk greasy and you gon' need an EMT
But I, got more important shit I need to think about
How can I increase my bank account?
Damn this weed smell like peach or apricot
I don't need drugs 'cause the paper's my new-

[Chorus: Rittz]
Painkiller
I was blue, my mind was dark
The sky was grey, became brighter days
And it changed to painkillers
The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high
And now the cash is my new painkiller
I was blue, my mind was dark
The sky was grey, became brighter days
And it changed to painkillers
The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high
And now the cash is my new painkiller