Milan - Without it Lyrics

What's love with pain? what's love without it? I love the pain, there's something about it
Feel half alive without it, half the drive without it
Brudda got a sticky in the whip, he never drives without it
I been smoking sticky from the rip, I can't be high without it

My circle tight, we don't like rounding up, there's money missing you
Better stay and count it, can't even make no sound decisions can't even hear without this ganja shouting
Mm-mm-mm, It's singin' sayin
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I got problems, spark exotic, man, I'm on it, frenemies with Zaza
I wanna keep it real with you, but you don't listen tu so falas
Ja estou nas escadas, mas nao estas em casa
War with me is guerra, com meus bradas, like we all in Gaza

War with me is guerra, com meu brada, like we all in Gaza
Oh yeah, damn, I got problems, but right now a bitch ain't one
She couldn't light the dark, no wonder, I mean, you ain't the f*ckin' sun
Can see the light, at the end of this tunnel, but for now, it's just a faint one

It's just a faint one
We're bound to make it, it's no debating, can my future in the darkest days
We're bound to make it, it's up for taking, I'm tired of being broke
Let's cut the check, and move on andale

Sneak dissin, so he played it smart, ain't goin' outside today
Cuz they know we here to stay, we here to stay
Can switch locations to no other place
You say you're here to stay, when you see it's moving Left, you flip the other way

What kind of shit is that, you Right, though
You want some nice clothes and fly globes, I can get you that now
I had a light bulb, like only trust those who've been struggling with you on a tightrope
Who see the promise in your eyes, It give them all hope

And once the hope had glistened, it'll take them to the promise
What's love with pain? What's love without it
I love the pain, there's something about it
Feel half alive without it, half the drive without it

Brudda, got a sticky in the whip, he never drives without it
I've been smoking sticky from the rip, I can't be high without it
My circle tight, we don't like rounding up, there's money missing you
But I stay and count it, can't even make no sound decisions

Can't even hear you with all this ganja shouting
Mm-mm-mm, It's singing saying
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
I can't keep playing with you, I'm of a different breed

That shit you rarely see, I got an Obese list of all my needs
For times, we'd barely eat and shit
Systems crooked, it'll feed, we ain't got a choice but to beat this shit
If you locked away in a tight space, you start to question what your freedom is

Man, what it mean to you
They like, you don't talk about shit except for what you destined for what's gotten into you
Question is, what's gotten into you
I've been dreaming about concerts, magazines, and interviews

And skip the news, it's family over fame and money
We bring it em
What's love with pain? What's love without it
I love the pain, there's something about it

Feel half alive without it, half the drive without it
Brudda got a sticky in the whip, he never drives without it
I've been smoking sticky from the rip, I can't be high without it
My circle tight, we don't like rounding up, there's money missing you

Better stay and count it, can't even make no sound decisions
Can't even hear without this ganja shouting
It's singin' sayin
What's love with pain? What's love without it

I love the pain, there's something about it
Feel half alive without it, half the drive without it
Brudda got a sticky in the whip, he never drives without it
I've been smoking sticky from the rip, I can't be high without it

My circle tight, we don't like rounding up, there's money missing you better stay and count it
Can't even make no sound decisions
Can't even hear with all this ganja shouting
It's singin' sayin

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah