Edward Skeletrix Pain Couture Lyrics

[Intro]
Designer sha— huh, uh
Designer shades, life get dark, huh

[Verse 1]
Yo, huh, get in my car (Get in my car, nigga), uh-uh, uh
Yeah, choppa blow, yeah, it spark, huh
Huh, where my soul? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo!)
Need to find my soul
Yeah, yeah, it's a demon in my Peintures, yeah
Oh, you can't see it? Let me paint this picture for you (Yeah)
Travel back to when I was on tour
Huh, huh, lay it down on my portrait
Yeah, huh, huh, BDSM she into torture, huh
Need the backpack, might torture, heugh
Suicide on my doors, yeah, this that new Pain Couture

[Bridge]
[unintelligible]

[Verse 2]
In that vat, got a mess of black bands on my check, yeah
Yeah, need to get it off my chest, yeah
Why you at the park like the Mets? Yeah
Throw some bands for my pants (Huh)
Can't catch a vibe? (Huh) You don't even know how you alive
So might as well enjoy your time So, here's some dopamine for your mind (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, two hunnid bands on my apartment, yeah
Swear this bih' the devil, but she heaven sent (Go to hell)
But I don't f*ck with demons, not no reverend
Yeah, where the f*ck is my— where my check is?
Finna go and rip my jeans up, rip my jeans up, nigga, you ain't tough
Ride my example, huh, brought my bands up
Yeah, need that, huh, yeah, roll my blunts
Swear that I'm a monster, throw that body bag in my trunk (Yeah)
Shoutout Nicki, I'm a Cookie Monster, yeah
Shoutout Drake, yeah, pick up that Drac' and blow (Yeah, woah)
Shoutout Wayne, yeah, hear what I'm sayin'
Popped a Ativan for the pain, it's a different kind of pain (Woah)

[Outro]
Huh, uh, you ain't even speaking my language
Speakin' my language, yeah, Skeletrix Lang'
I'ma die with my paintings
They saying I'm a Freemason

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