Kill all the Pain Lyrics

Ice all around me and I'm freezin' (skrt, skrt)

Watch out, done got caught in the deep end (yeah, yeah)

Never catch the froze be leakin'

In the summer season

Why y'all beef and y'all fight for no reason (sure)

Why y'all beef and y'all fight for no reason (sure)

Y'all got something to see then go see it (sure, skrt, skrt)

Y'all got something to say I'm gon' hear it

It's mysterious, you can't see through the smoke (yeah)

Without clearing it, I'll blow them away and that's period (alright)

Blow these haters away they get furious aye (it's lit, yeah, yeah)

I'm being serious, questions coming hard (yeah)

Yeah hard with he mark (yeah)

Say how you overcome it without fearin' it (yeah)

They ask me if I'm even really feelin' it yeah yeah (straight up)

Music to kill all the pain

That is the truth, I got the game

Lyrics and look is that hard to tame

If I ain't have them, then wouldn't be the same

Haters gon' keep on callin' me lame yeah

They stay fakin' like they part of some gang

Tellin' me stuff that I know that I ain't

That's why they ain't notice and I got the fame

Yeah, yeah, music to kill all the pain

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah yeah, music to kill all the pain

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Never going left, always going right

Yeah, don't invite me to a fight

Never know I might pull up with dynamite

Or I'll just bring some gloves

So you better come under the moonlight

I'ma go upside down, my whole world finna' get turned around

All these smiles turn into frowns when I'm roastin' these haters

They lookin' like clowns yeah

I know that you hear the sound

Turn the speakers up, make it boost real loud yeah

I been up in my head, in the clouds

Speakin' to my thoughts, they speakin' aloud yeah

I can't be trusted around

Mind and my thoughts like a. merry-go-round yeah

I think I deserve a crown

These songs on my back and they feel like they pounds yeah

Music to kill all the pain

That is the truth, I got the game

Lyrics and look is that hard to tame

If I ain't have them, then wouldn't be the same

Haters gon' keep on callin' me lame yeah

They stay fakin' like they part of some gang

Tellin' me stuff that I know that I ain't

That's why they ain't notice and I got the fame

Yeah, yeah, music to kill all the pain

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah yeah, music to kill all the pain

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah