Painkillers Lyrics - Singles - Cannibal Ox

Yo, some nights we got so drunk 

Its like we miss the feeling 

Of a never ending headache 

And a spinning ceiling 

The sob story of an alcoholic 

On his hands and knees 

Praying to that porcelain toilet 

Whether behind bars or in front of scars 

We use medicine to numb the rap bar 

I might tell you something that'll change your death 

Pain kills the life 

Pleasure loves the breath 

Ox acapell 

I'll spit this in hell 

With L's hanging off my body 

And no ice cooler 

Every rhyme I write 

Is civilize my future wife 

Breaking her water 

In a time without order 

Yo, chaos is born 

A seance is spawned 

And I resurrect light beams 

That resemble red dawns 

I guess that's why I was born 

To recognize the beauty of a rose's thorn 

And learn from the strife of a soul that's torn 

To be forewarned 

Just to be forearmed 

So let that thought settle 

As we backpeddle 

Through the seven seas of info 

That'll crush your ego 

Some of us pop pills and snort coke 

To pain kill 

Some of us rap drugs and bear witness 

Cause life's ill 

Y0, but true happiness comes from within 

You can't rely on a substance 

Look at addiction for instance 

And in an instance 

You'll wake up out of that 

Requiem for a Dream 

But you still caught it in the rectum 

Right here trapped in the box 

Thinkin' 

Rap's all I got 

Smoke too much pot 

Bones with ?chromes? twisted in knots 

Cold vein with thoughts 

Bubbling hot 

Stoned in the bedroom 

Writin' this poem 

Off the phone 

Caught a head rush 

Smoke clouded my dome 

At the end of my ropes 

Writing these notes 

Hopin' to float 

On what is bullshit 

Pull spliffs flowin' to Goats 

The sky's the limit 

Stay powered vision 

Visualize the body righteous 

Lost cipher 

The mind's wisdom 

Helped me through life's transitions 

I'm in a tight position 

Hungry-ass shit flippin' 

With no sex of ret (ribution) 

This stress got my chest a mess 

Breathless 

I'm vexed 

Trying to escape out of the depths 

Of hell's nest 

So i rest inhale 

The ?tone and bless? 

And let the stress exhale 

Through clouds of cess 

My mind foggy 

And body wet 

Poppin' shotties 

Shot straight through the nostril 

Cloudy with thoughts of ill type menageries 

When pops used to tell me 

"it wasn't like this 

with drugs and sex 

up in my day", 

But poppy 

Shit really changed 

Yo niggaz is losing their minds 

And I can't really blame them 

I'm losing my brain 

In these times 

And I'm ?angered? with hangovers 

Ready to ride off a cliff with a Range Rover 

Like I was fuckin' Thelma & Louise 

And if I had a trigger I would squeeze 

Believe 

Blow my whole head off and bleed 

Trying to get that same feeling 

Every day pain killing