Chest Pain - Album Version (Edited) Lyrics
| Song | Chest Pain - Album Version (Edited) |
| Artist | Rehab |
| Album | Graffiti The World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : DJ Alexander, Hartnett, Hood ... | |
| "Chest Pain" | |
| I don't feel so good where am | |
| I This is not where | |
| I laid down | |
| Who are these people, who's home is this | |
| Where's my clothes and where's my car | |
| How did I get in the bathtub | |
| Not again, | |
| Not again | |
| The phone is off and | |
| I need a ride | |
| None of these people are my friends | |
| Fell off of the wagon coughin' and draggin' the vice boy | |
| Door opened a magnum a nice boy turned shitty | |
| Burnin' fiddy's of daddy's money on the top of a can | |
| I said I'm coppin' the van he caught you poppin' a | |
| Adavan Thought you had a gram what did ya do with it check both pockets shit where's your wallet | |
| Dumb alcoholic time for the panic chorus: | |
| Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It's a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Yes I should have stayed in college no | |
| I was to cool for that | |
| Cooking soft up into solid y'all know where to find me at | |
| Seems too hard to get better what do | |
| I do after that waitin' on an answer does anybody out there hear me | |
| Take your ass home you ain't gon' last long | |
| You're sick, tired, wired, you're dyin' | |
| Look at them in the eyes and lyin' | |
| Can't you tell your brain cells are fryin' | |
| Don't go a chance in hell you're buyin' | |
| Death by the bag yeah you grabbed his ass?? | |
| What are you runnin' from, take a bath | |
| But before you do pass that grass | |
| Chorus: Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It's a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Why is everything so technical, got me thinkin' mechanical | |
| Puffin' on those botanicals, every second so critical | |
| Bored with the human language, pain beat on my mental | |
| Messin' with chemicals, sick as the appetites of cannibals | |
| Far away they shoot a laser from a computer | |
| Ricochets off a satellite panel to a missile silo in | |
| Cuba Eyes behold catastrophe, foreseen by | |
| Nostradamus | |
| The prophets peep the millennium age of the broken promise | |
| More religions than park pigeons, the poor envy the rich and | |
| Monetary decisions make pessimistic the vision | |
| It's like the whole planet went off the deep end | |
| While I was sleepin' | |
| Men be leapin off ledges, when there women leave for the weekend. | |
| Why? Chorus: | |
| Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It's a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Go take a vitamin, | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| Beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life |
| zuo qu : DJ Alexander, Hartnett, Hood ... | |
| " Chest Pain" | |
| I don' t feel so good where am | |
| I This is not where | |
| I laid down | |
| Who are these people, who' s home is this | |
| Where' s my clothes and where' s my car | |
| How did I get in the bathtub | |
| Not again, | |
| Not again | |
| The phone is off and | |
| I need a ride | |
| None of these people are my friends | |
| Fell off of the wagon coughin' and draggin' the vice boy | |
| Door opened a magnum a nice boy turned shitty | |
| Burnin' fiddy' s of daddy' s money on the top of a can | |
| I said I' m coppin' the van he caught you poppin' a | |
| Adavan Thought you had a gram what did ya do with it check both pockets shit where' s your wallet | |
| Dumb alcoholic time for the panic chorus: | |
| Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It' s a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Yes I should have stayed in college no | |
| I was to cool for that | |
| Cooking soft up into solid y' all know where to find me at | |
| Seems too hard to get better what do | |
| I do after that waitin' on an answer does anybody out there hear me | |
| Take your ass home you ain' t gon' last long | |
| You' re sick, tired, wired, you' re dyin' | |
| Look at them in the eyes and lyin' | |
| Can' t you tell your brain cells are fryin' | |
| Don' t go a chance in hell you' re buyin' | |
| Death by the bag yeah you grabbed his ass?? | |
| What are you runnin' from, take a bath | |
| But before you do pass that grass | |
| Chorus: Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It' s a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Why is everything so technical, got me thinkin' mechanical | |
| Puffin' on those botanicals, every second so critical | |
| Bored with the human language, pain beat on my mental | |
| Messin' with chemicals, sick as the appetites of cannibals | |
| Far away they shoot a laser from a computer | |
| Ricochets off a satellite panel to a missile silo in | |
| Cuba Eyes behold catastrophe, foreseen by | |
| Nostradamus | |
| The prophets peep the millennium age of the broken promise | |
| More religions than park pigeons, the poor envy the rich and | |
| Monetary decisions make pessimistic the vision | |
| It' s like the whole planet went off the deep end | |
| While I was sleepin' | |
| Men be leapin off ledges, when there women leave for the weekend. | |
| Why? Chorus: | |
| Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It' s a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Go take a vitamin, | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| Beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life |
| zuò qǔ : DJ Alexander, Hartnett, Hood ... | |
| " Chest Pain" | |
| I don' t feel so good where am | |
| I This is not where | |
| I laid down | |
| Who are these people, who' s home is this | |
| Where' s my clothes and where' s my car | |
| How did I get in the bathtub | |
| Not again, | |
| Not again | |
| The phone is off and | |
| I need a ride | |
| None of these people are my friends | |
| Fell off of the wagon coughin' and draggin' the vice boy | |
| Door opened a magnum a nice boy turned shitty | |
| Burnin' fiddy' s of daddy' s money on the top of a can | |
| I said I' m coppin' the van he caught you poppin' a | |
| Adavan Thought you had a gram what did ya do with it check both pockets shit where' s your wallet | |
| Dumb alcoholic time for the panic chorus: | |
| Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It' s a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Yes I should have stayed in college no | |
| I was to cool for that | |
| Cooking soft up into solid y' all know where to find me at | |
| Seems too hard to get better what do | |
| I do after that waitin' on an answer does anybody out there hear me | |
| Take your ass home you ain' t gon' last long | |
| You' re sick, tired, wired, you' re dyin' | |
| Look at them in the eyes and lyin' | |
| Can' t you tell your brain cells are fryin' | |
| Don' t go a chance in hell you' re buyin' | |
| Death by the bag yeah you grabbed his ass?? | |
| What are you runnin' from, take a bath | |
| But before you do pass that grass | |
| Chorus: Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It' s a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Why is everything so technical, got me thinkin' mechanical | |
| Puffin' on those botanicals, every second so critical | |
| Bored with the human language, pain beat on my mental | |
| Messin' with chemicals, sick as the appetites of cannibals | |
| Far away they shoot a laser from a computer | |
| Ricochets off a satellite panel to a missile silo in | |
| Cuba Eyes behold catastrophe, foreseen by | |
| Nostradamus | |
| The prophets peep the millennium age of the broken promise | |
| More religions than park pigeons, the poor envy the rich and | |
| Monetary decisions make pessimistic the vision | |
| It' s like the whole planet went off the deep end | |
| While I was sleepin' | |
| Men be leapin off ledges, when there women leave for the weekend. | |
| Why? Chorus: | |
| Sit around now waitin' on a chest pain | |
| Lookin' for a sign right brain left brain | |
| Something inside startin' to feel strange | |
| Friends wonder where you been | |
| Go take a vitamin, throw your cigarettes away | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| It' s a beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life | |
| Go take a vitamin, | |
| Clean up the beer cans, | |
| Beautiful day | |
| Time you reported to your life |
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