Pain Killers and Paint Colors

Lyrics
[Intro: Rittz] Yuh-uh-yeah This shit feel good [Verse 1: Rittz] Foggy haze on my Cartier's, I took 'em off and I wipe my lense Smoking an exotic strain from Colorado Springs, to come down from a white girl binge Independent, finally parted ways and cut the ball and chain Feel like I gave ninety-nine percent Now I'm keeping every dollar I make and every diamond ring Looking like a white ice person Bitches trip when they see me on TMZ Froze like the stone man on Jesus T Try to keep the peace and let SP squeeze the heat You talk greasy and you gon' need an EMT But I, got more important shit I need to think about How can I increase my bank account? Damn this weed smell like peach or apricot I don't need drugs 'cause the paper's my new- [Chorus: Rittz] Painkiller I was blue, my mind was dark The sky was grey, became brighter days And it changed to painkillers The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high And now the cash is my new painkiller I was blue, my mind was dark The sky was grey, became brighter days And it changed to painkillers The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high And now the cash is my new painkiller [Verse 2: Rittz] The show had turned out, the check had got signed I guess they thought I was dead and chalk-lined Was wet and caught fire I sparked then I hit my mark like Hawk-Eye Made a bet that shocked my Haters, they praying that I [?] and pop-fly's Success is better than a Fentanyl high I'm OD'ing, OG I rep the North Side You playin' games to the Grand Theft or Far Cry 'Cause you ain't gonna shoot nobody, but you got a gun Shaking like you Barney Fire, and probably gonna run I should go take it from you and hit you with the butt Shit, you lucky that I'm not the same motherfucker that I was 'Cause I would I'm lucky in love, I'm in a good Situation, got killers waiting to give a nod Orchestrator, I order favors they get it done But I'd rather enjoy the paper than fornicate with ya (fuck you) At the restaurant I always over-order Drinking something imported at Chef Gordon's Vegas Pub The Beef Wellington was elegant My lady got the Quarter Chicken with the Lemon Caper sauce Went from an artist to a record label boss Mason jar full something recreational (I'm high) Take a puff, my new favorite drug 'Cause the money that I make has become a- [Chorus: Rittz] Painkiller I was blue, my mind was dark The sky was grey, became brighter days And it changed to painkillers The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high And now the cash is my new painkiller I was blue, my mind was dark The sky was grey, became brighter days And it changed to painkillers The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high And now the cash is my new painkiller Painkiller [Verse 3: Chris Webby] Yeah, Webby I don't need no opiates, I'm over it The dough I get is too dope, it's appropriate That I chose money over blow to sniff On the road to rehab to the road to rich I'm feeling coastal with these Francs, Pounds and Pesos Stack lay low with amount of queso So much cheddar that the account would take so long I gotta pay three accountant payrolls Used to get my kicks from the pharmacy Now they call me young Chris Carnaghi Life switched up, it ain't hard to see They see the bank statements, they'll pardon me I'm kinda killing shit with the literate skills Hit a lick, now I send 'em big bills Triple it, and I'm flipping it real Life shit has been giving me chills This is what I always dreamed about Never took the left turn on the easy route Roll it up, took a hit and I breathe it out Now this green's all I see for now But I'm not full sober though, I'm 50 fucking 50 When I'm snorting blow, it's at 100 strictly In the green room drunk while I'm bumping Biggie Y'all fucking with me? Don't need no [Chorus: Rittz] Painkiller I was blue, my mind was dark The sky was grey, became brighter days And it changed to painkillers The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high And now the cash is my new painkiller I was blue, my mind was dark The sky was grey, became brighter days And it changed to painkillers The feeling that I have inside is like a natural high And now the cash is my new painkiller Painkiller
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Credits
- Writers
- Leon Tiepold
- HeartBeatz
- Chris Webby
- Rittz