PAIN 8corpses (Ft. BLCKK)

[Intro: BLCKK]
I will make your corpse dance
Tommy pop the clip into the, chrome-, chrome-, .44
Tommy pop the clip-, Tommy pop the-, chrome-plated .44
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: BLCKK]
Yeah, yeah
I feel life has never been important, either way, I'm born bitch
I'm working 'til I'm tourin', ​yeah yeah
'Member all that money in the drawerm shit
I spent that on more drinks, once I get my fix, I need some more of it
Back again, uh, fuckin' up everything I touch again
Swear to God, think I need to stay inside more
Slammin' my doors, bitch, you done
Got no time for pickin' up no calls, already fucked it up
Keep that shit a thousand, I want mine in pounds, bitch
I know where it come from, nobody give a fuck
From the first, to the debt, bitch, worry 'bout a check, bitch
Make that shit your friend, bitch, use it 'til it bent, bitch

[Verse 2: 8corpses]
Don't know what I'm doing no more
Bashing my head against the front door
Ever since you left it's fuckin' hurt, falling to the floor
I've been weary, drinking more, how the fuck does one live anymore?
Life is such a bore, waking up is like a chore
Mind is filled with so much gore
If suicidal thoughts were sexual, I would be a whore
Fucked up my life like it was porn
Living in the dark, like my life is color graded in noir