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Pain
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pain was released on February 26, 2025 by Echelon Music Collective as a part of the album Pain - Single
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Release DateFebruary 26, 2025
LabelEchelon Music Collective
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blizzyboy Lj
Blizzyboy Lj
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raj Weaver-Bey
Raj Weaver-Bey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blizzyboy Lj
Blizzyboy Lj
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Hold on defense
When they talk.
Don't believe them d n d for the seasons.
****.
 I'm stuck in the bleachers like a pack of hinos feed the one salvation like the way we see'em.
It's my wave and the reason all the opposite seasons.
I don't clap for the leaders.
Got themselves in attendance.
They only care if you spend it before you boy.
I watch you getting up.Ladies.
(Verse 1)
I know it's cold outside, cold outside
Got your heart on defense, when they talk, don’t believe 'em
DND for the seasons, leaving, stuck in the bleachers
Like a pack of hyenas, feed 'em, won't start leaching’
Block away, we see 'em, start waving and breathing
Hoodie up, it’s that season
They only clap for the leaders
Bad bitches, start feeining
Got 'em stuck in attendance
They only care if you spend it
Before you buy a watch
Go get you a tenant
They Switchy like a NASCAR, shots like the last call
Walking through customs, put them stamps on this passport
Tell me what they mad for, I see no evil
Gotta treat 'em like they treat you
I put diamonds in my chains for all them nights that it rained
Being broke felt insane, I was scrambling for change
My father died, that was pain, wanna cock it back and aim
Learned the rules to the game, had to fix it up and change, had to fix it up and change
(Chorus)
I know it’s cold outside, cold outside
Got your heart on defense, when they talk, don’t believe 'em
DND for the seasons, leaving, stuck in the bleachers
Like a pack of hyenas, feed 'em, won't start leaching’
Block away, we see 'em, start waving and breathing
Hoodie up, it’s that season
(Verse 2)
No they cannot cancel us, No they cannot hang with us
Them pussies smoking angel dust, tell 'em put the cameras up
Four lanes in traffic, caught it up, I'm in a Bentley
Two Hundred on the dash, praying I don't crash
FaceTime with my mother, say I'm looking like my dad
It's a hundred in my stash, I don’t say it just to brag
Tryna show 'em how to last, chasing women, moving fast
playing future too fast, no, no, no
My heart is at the fin, say I won’t do it again
I say that every time, phone call away
Gotta stay out the way, I'm hoping they remember me
Pain mixed with Hennessy, yeah
Asking who I'm voting for
They just killed a **** in my city with his baby
Stop asking who I'm voting for
They just threw shots at a stadium, I opened that
Stop asking if I'm going back
(Chorus - Outro)
I know it’s cold outside, cold outside
You gotta change this shit for you, ****
You gotta change this shit for you, ****
I know it's cold outside, cold outside
Written by: Raj Weaver-Bey
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