Pain Killer

(The Hole) [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] My painkillers' in my dresser, right next to my rester What insane brain would agree to this gesture? To unjest less stress left with no extra View's a mess, true depressed steps can infect ya I'm a product of some shit gone wrong Even though I speak to many, with a hit song tone Even though I'm famous and I'm giving chicks long dong Man, I feel like the coppertop just a sick stone throne One Flew Over The Cucoo's Nest, then he cashed some Buku checks But he was not nearly stable to crew new Tech As a, phenomenon, but karma wanna noose dudes' neck Designer of death, get to choose who's next Is it real to you? But if you got evil you kind to come and steal a few Condemned souls, cause of what the old painkiller do Keep having these dreams of me taking my nine milla Who can help me execute this desire to pop a pill or two? [Hook: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko] You can't give me medical attention to ease my pain Sometimes I feel helpless and need some thing to relieve my brain You may love your M.D, but he has none in store for me So when the raining pours on me, my dream fulfill us Painkillers [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] My pain comes from me, being a fuck up With Strange Music we, really we lucked up Cause being a lost soul got my bucks up Even though my cerebral cortex and spirit Needed a touch up Everybody around me hurting and shit While everybody on TV, kicking it, reject,jerkin and shit I be the one on stage and studio stressed out Workin and spit This shit to the people that I know That I got a lotta evil lurkin and quick Women want me-want me, so they flaunt the monkey Even during sex sometimes A heap of stress still Wants to haunt me When I grabbed the yalk she couldn't talk And it was no humpty-dumpty Even though I'm sick in the head we kicks it like a donkey, don't we? My apology to everyone who've been labeled a victim I be losing my mind, I just picked up the nine and I gripped 'em And I put it off in a direction like I was the Kiss one I always think about the day when I'm able to pull back and I click 'em [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] No meds for me, just lead for me Any light inside of my head is just too dead to see Any kind a way out of this whole, can I pull this darkness out of this soul? A lot of people wanna know how it's sold Cause a lot of motherfuckers' having doubt on this globe And I'm one of 'em You can see it on the television, everybody trippin', it's a ton of them Straight feeling that pain, go insane then bang and it ain't no none of 'em Many ways to end these days when the darkness make you wanna shun the sun Ten million ways to die when you constantly cry and the gun is one [Hook]