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BEAMON - Pain In December (prod. Yondo) (Audio)
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Beamon
Beamon
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beamon
Beamon
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Lyrics

I'm from a city where the skinny **** ride, ain't pretty
And plenty women lying wind chilly
Depression got my mind gone
Need love, send plenty, aye
I'm falling apart and I cannot deny it
Why my favorite dreams is the ones I'm finna die in?
Where is my balance?
Why is my grip slipping?
Sometimes I think I'll Cobain myself and slip clips in
My ego died they say when it's gone
That's when you in your purest form
And why I love when the sun gone and appreciate when it storm
I see the ice falling slow on the window
She tried to lie say she love me, but she didn't though
She sent a RPG where my heart at
It's rated R no PGs where my dreams happen
This the land of the heartbreak
Broken dreams on a flannel
This the aftermath of hurt
Pain scented candles
When she walk into my room felt my ghost standing
Plus I'm awful
All I know is hurt and panic
When I look inside the mirror see my demons dancing
Running from the truth, girl, I'ma need all the answers
Crutches falling, autumn leaves, uh
Plus I'm dying, RIP
I felt the sunshine turn to rain ****
I spent days inside and went insane ****
I'm from a city where these skinny **** ride for survival
That white man looked at me and stared cause I'm tribal
Long black hair like I'm Samson got power
Baby girl just stared at me, don't be scared I got power
Loud ass emotions
Why I just drown in them
Tryna turn the sound down inside my mind's prison
And I can't escape, trapped in this world
Where they love to see you break
Pain in December, got ice on my face
Pain in December, shoot my wings off, I break
Something you remember, I'm just a broke face
Late December morning she saw my body by lakes
Love, guns out, this a war every day
Cut my heart off and let an angel take my place
Every day my brain clogs way too much to say
Make me wanna grip that AR
And blast out my brains like damn
Written by: Dylan Martin Beamon
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