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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Saint
Tony Saint
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Phillips
Tony Phillips
Songwriter
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luca Malaspina
Luca Malaspina
Producer
Anthony Phillips
Anthony Phillips
Producer

Lyrics

So much pain I just I just can't explain So much pain I just I just can't explain So much pain I just I just can't explain I just can't explain I just can't explain I been askin Jesus where you at huh I feel like my life under attack huh It don't matter when I fade to black huh When I die I bet they prolly laugh huh I was sick to my stomach Read the word of God and now I'm rejuvenated Prolly stand alone against the crowd of the faithless Used to hate my life so much I had to be sedated Making hits for platinum gold, yeah Lie to me and say you love me I just wanna feel you there, yeah I'm killin my self to death, yeah Hey Put the gun to my own head Thankin God it had no lead Every morning there's a protest With the military sayin no way And my body shakin with the cold sweat Cause it's hard enough to trust the police And the riot started with the bullets So much pain I just I just can't explain So much pain I just I just can't explain So much pain I just I just can't explain I just can't explain I just can't explain Had to lift my head forget the past huh Break up taught me how to be a man huh Push my buttons I do not react huh Hug my brother told him that I'm back huh Fast food I trashed it Treadmill I dashed it Handled those adlibs I was the last one they picked at the track meet Now I'm the one cause I rap on that trap beat Homie in the front, got some girls in the back seat Boutta have some fun no more pain no more panic Pouring up a shot cause love is the answer Buried all my pain I replaced it with passion
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