[Verse 1: D.R.A.M.]
I feel your pain
Cause I been through the same thing as you
So I can relate
But I feel your pain and I know that shit hurts
And yeah, it's the worst
But you'll be okay
[Chorus: D.R.A.M.]
So quit moping your ass around
Like somebody owe you som'n
Don't nobody owe you non', okay
You need to just stay focused on your craft
And if you on to som'n, don't let 'em tell you non'
I say...
[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]
I feel your pain
You got three baby daddies
You still club every Saturday around your way
Girl, I feel your pain
And you probably resort to stripping
But all that fried chicken and children
Fucked up your frame, huh shit
It's fucked up, ain't it?
At high school you was a prom queen
And now you're bagging up number three's
And if it was mine it had no cheese
Girl, I feel your pain
Huh, you've ask me how I feel today
And I gladly tell you that I'm great
I feel your pain
Cause I been through the same thing as you
So I can relate
But I feel your pain and I know that shit hurts
And yeah, it's the worst
But you'll be okay
[Chorus: D.R.A.M.]
So quit moping your ass around
Like somebody owe you som'n
Don't nobody owe you non', okay
You need to just stay focused on your craft
And if you on to som'n, don't let 'em tell you non'
I say...
[Verse 2: D.R.A.M.]
I feel your pain
You got three baby daddies
You still club every Saturday around your way
Girl, I feel your pain
And you probably resort to stripping
But all that fried chicken and children
Fucked up your frame, huh shit
It's fucked up, ain't it?
At high school you was a prom queen
And now you're bagging up number three's
And if it was mine it had no cheese
Girl, I feel your pain
Huh, you've ask me how I feel today
And I gladly tell you that I'm great
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