Pain Salesmen (feat. Ren)

Prof

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    I'm just grinding like I'm told
    I'm just trying to sell my soul
    It goes on and on it goes
    It goes on and on it goes
    We been fighting, running for some time now
    Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out

    Yeah, I've been a well behaved artist
    I've been selling my soul
    I've been prostituting my losses
    Been rocking that roll
    I've been cranking that soldier boy
    Boy, I'm hitting that road
    It's been hard to find happy
    I'm clinging, I'm hitting that note
    I been all out of dreams, you can't say I didn't try
    Pains guaranteed, do you want to hurt by my side?
    Got an outgoing tide, people picking their sides
    When I think about my life
    Wanna be alive when I die
    I'm pretty sure somebody gotta die for it
    Just bought myself a politician
    I'ma sneak through the motherfucker side door
    Woo, let's get online
    Let's hurt somebody for the high score
    My lord thanks for the purpose
    Now I got something I can die for

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    I'm just grinding like I'm told
    I'm just trying to sell my soul
    It goes on and on it goes
    It goes on and on it goes
    We been fighting, running for some time now
    Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out

    Murder, murder
    I got murder on my mind
    Drag a body in the woods
    Dissect it then dig a pit
    Then bury it, it's tricky blood
    Pull up with the Prof and then
    We profit when we're in your hood
    Run this game, we pimpin' pain
    And bleed for fame but it's all good
    Five syllables, I bled for music
    Four syllables, it fed me though
    Three syllables, it saved me
    Two syllables, crazy
    One syllable, go
    Shameless, everybody shameless
    Monetize life to get Instagram famous
    Following blindly, the mindless and brainless
    The game is contagious, a pain in the anus
    My homeostasis is waking up wasted
    Selling all my music to make money off the struggle
    Living in my western bubble
    Trying to make raps in the rubble
    Fuck it, I'm on the cheat code, on
    Pull up with the Prof with the tints still on
    Do a drive by on a politician, bitch die, die
    I'm famous, Mom!

    I'm just grinding like I'm told
    I'm just trying to sell my soul
    It goes on and on it goes
    It goes on and on it goes
    We been fighting, running for some time now
    Should we kill somebody? It's time to find out

    Song details

    Composition: Prof and Ren Eryn Gill

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