Zack Wicks - Ordinary Pain Lyrics

This fine dime sexy inner thighs had me paralyzed
Didn't know her but a glance and now I feel my spirit rise
Thought about a Duracell, all night and energize
With the bunny of fertility she had some mother signs
With the shades of the earth which I knew through birth
But my connection's to the Moors whole world we traversed
Reminded of verse scripture bout a heavenly high
I approached super cool like I'm seventies fly
Taking a chance touch her side think of something quick to say
Little intellect told her maybe we could hit a play
Love to spread knowledge maybe later I could educate
She replied it sounded fine but that I came a bit to late
In a situation tell her maybe she should let it go
I got what you lookin for but if you leave you'll never know
Telling me its not but I'm feelin its true
Ordinary pains we all go through

(Ordinary pains, ordinary pains, ordinary pains)
Ordinary pains, ordinary pains

(Ordinary pains, ordinary pains, ordinary pains)
Ordinary pains, ordinary pains

A cute doo, Rocafella suit Timberland boots
In my mind I'm thinking this a girl I gotta pursue
You know that voice in ya head that be talking to you
It was sayin she had hips that she knew how to use
Try my best to keep cool she was comin from school
Not the average nigga most of them comin like fools
Rushin the room tryna push up in the womb
Let her hear a little music she was feeling my tunes
Tell her that the music's what I love more than what I make
So she could neva be the one, thats the part that women hate
Gotta take second place on some long nights I just write
I might zone out if the inspiration's just right to bust mics
But she looking for my time
Tell her even when I'm gone I'm in yo soul and yo mind
But she feel she ain't got enough space in my life
Ordinary pains of the art type

(Ordinary pains, ordinary pains, ordinary pains)
Ordinary pains, ordinary pains

(Ordinary pains, ordinary pains, ordinary pains)
Ordinary pains, ordinary pains

She was a shorty from the hood with a mind corrupt its tragic
Baggage from media, which leaves her bent backwards
Cuz BET uncut got her head fucked up
Ghetto fabulous livin it up
Letting niggas cut cuz she missin that affection
Needin niggas for protection let em hit with no protection
If the money comin right cuz the paper is protection
Any nigga could get it pop a pill for the erection
I'm stepping to her real help her better herself
I'm 17 it feel like I'm ahead of myself
Cuz I'm tryna give her facts but she can't understand
That her image fall right into the traps of the man
It's the shit I can't stand to the point it make me sick
When a woman dedicate her whole life to suckin dick
But I get it just the same so again I can't knock her
Ordinary pain of a "Super Head" knocker

(Ordinary pains, ordinary pains, ordinary pains)
Ordinary pains, ordinary pains

(Ordinary pains, ordinary pains, ordinary pains)
Ordinary pains, ordinary pains

(Ordinary pains, ordinary pains, ordinary pains)
Ordinary pains, ordinary pains