Painkillers

Everlast

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publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Erik Schrody, Sebastian Bardin-Greenberg
album: Track 9 in album Whitey Ford Sings the Blues
release date: 1998-9-8
popularity : 23 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop Rock Blues Pop Folk, World, & Country
styles: Thug Rap/Pop Rap/Folk Rock/Acoustic
length: 3:24
producer: Siba-Giba
mixer: Jamie Staub
engineer: John Gamble
composer: Erik Schrody
lyricist: Erik Schrody

Album Information

label: Tommy Boy Music
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 016998123621
script: Latin

Cover Art

Everlast Whitey Ford Sings the Blues cover art

Lyrics

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On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first
We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.

On the red eye flight
Got the skyline bright
My driver's kind of nervous
You say you know where you at
And if you really want a tip
I ain't tryin' to be rude
But this **** right here
I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
So put that **** on hold
And turn the radio up while I finish this L
Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room
If you need anything while
Good lookin' out

Step into the lobby
It's a **********in' robbery
I can feel the stress
They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
I'm holdin' thirty five G's
So I got bold and I front it
I know I shouldn't have done it
Watchin' me bleed
There's a pain in my chest
Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
They greet me with some anesthetics
They screamin' my name
I'm thinkin' about my mom
I'm prayin' to God
As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
And give 'em back in a jar
'Cause I tried to play hard
Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.
Well, it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around anymore.
Yo, this can't happen to me
Trapped in a wheelchair
There ain't no rehab
For the rest of my life
And people stare at me
And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise
'Cause my brain's ****ed up on percacet and vicadin
Gotta kill these pains
To free me from these chains
To walk again I just might sell my soul

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 The White Boy Is Back
  • 2 Money (Dollar Bill)
  • 3 Ends
  • 4 What It’s Like
  • 5 Get Down
  • 6 Sen Dog
  • 7 Tired
  • 8 Hot to Death
  • 9 Painkillers
  • 10 Prince Paul
  • 11 Praise the Lord
  • 12 Today (Watch Me Shine)
  • 13 Guru
  • 14 Death Comes Callin’
  • 15 Funky Beat
  • 16 The Letter
  • 17 7 Years
  • 18 Next Man