WICKED TIPPY — “FUCK YOU, PAIN”

Yeah...

You thought I was gone?

Nah.

I was fighting a fucking war

inside this body.

Lupus...

You picked the wrong bitch.

Wicked Tippy's back in the game.

Not because the pain disappeared...

Because I learned how to turn that motherfucker into music.

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Wake up every morning, body screaming my name,

Bones feel shattered, every breath bringin' flames.

Can't explain this shit, can't make nobody see,

They see Wicked Tippy standing, don't see what's underneath.

WW3 inside my body, battlefield beneath my skin,

Every time I think I'm out, another round begins.

Doctors got their answers, but the answers ain't enough,

They can name the fucking enemy, can't make this shit shut up.

Pain in my ribs, pain running through my veins,

Some days I'm making music just to drown out the pain.

I been knocked down hard, I been damn near erased,

But every time I hit the floor, I come back with a bass.

So turn that motherfucking microphone on,

Let the 808 shake everything that's wrong.

If my body wants a war, then I'm bringing my sound,

Wicked Tippy's back...

AND I AIN'T GOING DOWN.

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FUCK YOU, PAIN!

GO AWAY!

DON'T COME BACK ANOTHER FUCKING DAY!

I hate this pain inside my body,

I hate the way it takes control.

But I'm still breathing, still creating,

Still got fire in my soul.

FUCK YOU, PAIN!

GO AWAY!

DON'T COME BACK ANOTHER FUCKING DAY!

Spirit guide me toward a life

Where I don't have to hurt this way.

I'm still here...

I'm still alive...

FUCK YOU, PAIN!

GO AWAY!

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Nobody knows the nights when I'm laying wide awake,

Trying not to move because every movement fucking aches.

Nobody hears the conversations happening inside,

When my own damn body feels like something I can't fight.

They tell me “be strong,” like strength don't have a price,

Like I haven't paid in blood, tears, sleep and sacrifice.

I don't need another lecture, I need somebody to hear,

This ain't weakness talking...

THIS IS WAR IN HERE.

But somewhere through the darkness,

I can feel a spirit call.

Saying, “Tippy, keep walking,

You ain't finished after all.”

So I follow that little light

When everything turns black,

One beat...

One breath...

One verse...

AND I FUCKING COME BACK.

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Maybe nobody can fix me.

Maybe nobody understands.

But there's still music in these fingers.

There's still fire in these hands.

If pain wants my attention...

THEN I'LL GIVE IT A FUCKING SONG.

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FUCK YOU, PAIN!

GO AWAY!

DON'T COME BACK ANOTHER FUCKING DAY!

I hate this pain inside my body,

FUCK YOU, PAIN!

GO AWAY!

DON'T COME BACK ANOTHER FUCKING DAY!

I hate this pain inside my body,

I hate the way it takes control.

But I'm still breathing, still creating,

Still got fire in my soul.

FUCK YOU, PAIN!

GO AWAY!

DON'T COME BACK ANOTHER FUCKING DAY!

Spirit guide me toward a life

Where I don't have to hurt this way.

I'm still here...

I'm still alive...

FUCK YOU, PAIN!

GO AWAY