Everlast – Painkillers Lyrics  Share

From Everlast's album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues

(Flight attendant, filtered: On behalf of Pan Am Airlines [sounds of toking], we^,d like to be the first to welcome you to New York City. We^,d like to thank you for flying Pan Am [cough]. The local time is 6:45 AM, and the temperature is 89 degrees.)

I^,ve been up all night on the red-eye flight
The dawn^,s early light got the skyline bright
I^,m in the back of a car of service. The driver^,s kinda nervous
cause I^,m tokin^, on a blunt that^,s phat
He say "You know where you at?"
I say "I know where I am, and if you really want a tip then Mister, don^,t get flam!
I ain^,t tryin^, to be rude, and I ain^,t stressin^, you, Gramps,
But this shit right here, it be the breakfast of champs.
I been tokin^, on this since thirteen years old
And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
And ain^,t nobody sneezin^, at the money I fold
And I ain^,t here for your pleasin^, so put that shit on hold
Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
and turn the radio up while I finish this El."

(Bell boy: Welcome to the Five Seasons, Mr. Ford. Your usual room is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. If you need anything while you^,re staying, just let me know!
Everlast: You^,re good lookin^, out...That^,s for you.)

I hop out my car, step into the lobby
Everybody^,s on the floor. It^,s a mother fuckin^, robbery!
The shit^,s in progress. I can feel the stress
I wonder silently to God, "How^,d I get in this mess?"
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
Between my jewels and my cash I^,m holding 35 Gs.
They told me to run it, so I got bold and I fronted
And like Slick Rick said, I know I shouldn^,ta done it
^,Cause now they^,re standing over me, watching me bleed
Damn! I got to quit smokin^, all this weed
There^,s a pain in my chest, but yo, I must be blessed
Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
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And the paramedics, they greet me with some anesthetics
They killin^, my pain, they screamin^, my name
Tryin^, to keep me in the conscious world
I^,m thinkin^, bout my mom, my sister and my girl
I^,m prayin^, to God, don^,t let this go too far
As they rush me into the Saint Luke^,s O.R.
They pull the bullets out my chest and give ^,em back in a jar
Now I^,m wearin^, this scar ^,cause I tried to play hard

(Doctor: "Mr. Ford, I^,m afraid I have some bad news for you."
Everlast: "What are you talkin^, about?"
Doctor: "It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine, and damaged the cord."
Everlast: "So what are you tryin^, to tell me?"
Doctor: "Well, suffice I have to say to say I don^,t think you^,ll be jumpin^, around any more.")

Yo! This can^,t happen to me! I just can^,t believe it!
Trapped in a wheelchair! A paraplegic!
There ain^,t no rehab, there ain^,t no therapy.
For the rest of my life, someone^,s gotta take care of me!
And people stare at me with pity in they eyes
And every morning I rise to a life I despise
And every night I think I might never rock the mic again
^,Cause my brain^,s fucked up on Percocet and Vicodin
Might as well be heroin pulsin^, through my veins
Gotta kill these pains or blow out my brains
To free me from these chains.
I^,m trapped in this physical hell.
To walk again I might just sell my soul
And I^,m only twenty-somethin^, years old.
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