Correction Paroles MONEY CAN’T EASE YOUR PAIN par SwaVay

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[Chorus]
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain, black boy (Uh)
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain, black boy

[Verse 1]
As I wake up in the mornin', still the same nigga
Spitin' God when I talk but somehow expect change, nigga
Mama couldn't buy me the gear, I'm a lame nigga
We could barely keep the lights on
So who am I to complain to her 'bout feelin' out 'cause I'm the only one of my peers without the Nikes on?
And I'm doin' what I'm doin', it ain't nobody but my fault
Ventin' to the music like I ain't know the mics on, yeah

[Chorus]
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain, black boy (Uh)
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain, black boy

[Verse 2]
Yeah
My real mama had me at thirteen and a half
Never got a phone call from her, never got a text message, no email, not no telegraph
And she was five years younger than my no good dad
I was adopted as a baby, didn't take too long
My mama never looked at me like I was no different
A couple miscarriages has happened but it's like she played along
And for my pops, it was like he got to right his wrongs
But it didn't last and it's the nineties
So like, every time a nigga fall out with his bitch, even if he got a kid
Yeah, my nigga get to dippin' fast
So I see him, gotta beat his ass
My unforgivin' ass
So it's just me and my moms movin' around
Soon as we get settled in, skip town
I'm not even mad at her
Really think it made me the man I am now, taught me how to stand down
Only seen my pops like every three years
Lookin' in the mirror as a kid like, "Is it my fault this man don't wanna be here?"
Realizin' as I got older niggas just niggas
So if he died today, I probably couldn't shed three tears
In this life I got three fears
Dyin' way too young, not makin' it with rap and endin' up the same nigga he is
That's why, yeah
I gotta end up like the rich and famous
Buy moms a crib, everything in it stainless
Move her to Cali, better yet Vegas
Where she hit the slots 'til she muhfuckin' make it
House so big, shit somethin' like a maze, bitch
Never again late on no payments
No more pills, means every day painless
Yeah, life ain't nothin' but a bitch, ain't it?
Young nigga made it out the muhfuckin' pavement
And if you tryna stop a nigga from doin' any one of the above, I'ma rob you like my bitch is, naked
My shit too fire for me to ever have to fake shit
I ain't tryna be good, I'm tryna be the greatest
Wiz told me if it's not that then you nameless
In faces and places, seein' faces and places, bitch

[Chorus]
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain, black boy (Uh)
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain
Money can't ease your pain, black boy

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
Watch your ho
And lock your door
It's the motherfuckin' Ballsack Show
Alright bitches, I know y'all hear my hoes singin'
That's why these phones is ringin'
This your boy, DJ Ballsack live from the city of Ass and Titties
And the Hundreds and the Fifties
If you Atlantic mall's shoppin', them young niggas is pickin' your pocket
That's why I'm up here doin' what playas do
I wanna send a special shout out to my young nigga SwaVay
That album is motherfuckin' bangin' and, uh, we here all night
1-800-HUSTLER, lock your shit

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