Cannibal Ox - Painkillers lyrics

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Yo, some nights we got so drunk

Its like we miss the feeling

Of a never ending headache

And a spinning ceiling

The sob story of an alcoholic

On his hands and knees

Praying to that porcelain toilet

Whether behind bars or in front of scars

We use medicine to numb the rap bar

I might tell you something that'll change your death

Pain kills the life

Pleasure loves the breath

Ox acapell

I'll spit this in hell

With L's hanging off my body

And no ice cooler

Every rhyme I write

Is civilize my future wife

Breaking her water

In a time without order

Yo, chaos is born

A seance is spawned

And I resurrect light beams

That resemble red dawns

I guess that's why I was born

To recognize the beauty of a rose's thorn

And learn from the strife of a soul that's torn

To be forewarned

Just to be forearmed

So let that thought settle

As we backpeddle

Through the seven seas of info

That'll crush your ego

Some of us pop pills and snort coke

To pain kill

Some of us rap drugs and bear witness

Cause life's ill

Y0, but true happiness comes from within

You can't rely on a substance

Look at addiction for instance

And in an instance

You'll wake up out of that

Requiem for a Dream

But you still caught it in the rectum

Right here trapped in the box

Thinkin'

Rap's all I got

Smoke too much pot

Bones with ?chromes? twisted in knots

Cold vein with thoughts

Bubbling hot

Stoned in the bedroom

Writin' this poem

Off the phone

Caught a head rush

Smoke clouded my dome

At the end of my ropes

Writing these notes

Hopin' to float

On what is bullshit

Pull spliffs flowin' to Goats

The sky's the limit

Stay powered vision

Visualize the body righteous

Lost cipher

The mind's wisdom

Helped me through life's transitions

I'm in a tight position

Hungry-ass shit flippin'

With no sex of ret (ribution)

This stress got my chest a mess

Breathless

I'm vexed

Trying to escape out of the depths

Of hell's nest

So i rest inhale

The ?tone and bless?

And let the stress exhale

Through clouds of cess

My mind foggy

And body wet

Poppin' shotties

Shot straight through the nostril

Cloudy with thoughts of ill type menageries

When pops used to tell me

"it wasn't like this

with drugs and sex

up in my day",

But poppy

Shit really changed

Yo niggaz is losing their minds

And I can't really blame them

I'm losing my brain

In these times

And I'm ?angered? with hangovers

Ready to ride off a cliff with a Range Rover

Like I was fuckin' Thelma & Louise

And if I had a trigger I would squeeze

Believe

Blow my whole head off and bleed

Trying to get that same feeling

Every day pain killing