[Verse]
Citrus County streets, where the sun don’t heal,
Painkiller runnin’, heavy on the wheel.
Ghost in the night, hands cold like steel,
Motherfuckin’ MVP, the deal’s too real.
Heart heavy, veins full of poison streams,
Dirt roads whisperin’, carryin’ broken dreams.
Citrus trees swayin’, shadows cuttin’ seams,
Painkiller’s crown carved from silent screams.
[Chorus]
MVP, the name they bleed,
Every crack in the ground knows the creed.
Painkiller rides, he don’t concede,
Citrus County’s ghost, built to lead.
[Verse 2]
Orange glow skies, blood’s thick as the sap,
Painkiller moves quick, never caught in a trap.
Every corner he turns, life’s on collapse,
But he walks tall, no rewind, no gaps.
Hands hold the weight of the county’s sins,
Every loss, every start, every end begins.
Citrus moon’s cracked, light grows thin,
Painkiller’s path—he don’t lose, he wins.
[Prechorus]
Chain smoke breathin’, scars on his grin,
MVP of the chaos, where the dark sinks in.