Pain Couture lyrics

[Intro]
Designer sha— huh
Designer shade, life get dark, huh

[Verse 1]
Yo, huh, get in my car (In my car), uh-uh, uh
Yeah, choppa blow, yeah, it spark, huh
Huh, huh, my soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo!)
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 [?]
Huh, huh, lay it down, on my portrait
Yeah, huh, huh, b*tch can't tell 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 chit, 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 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, n*gga, you ain’t tough
Ride my example, huh, butter bands, huh, yeah, mean that, huh
Yeah, on my roots
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
Shoutout Wang, yeah, [unintelligible]
Popped a Ativan for the pain, it’s a different kind of pain (Woah)
[Outro]
Huh, uh, you ain’t even speaking my language
Speak my language, yeah, Skeletrix Lang'
I'ma die, with my paintings
Not saying I’m a Freemason