Don't Complain - Everlast

Yeah

Nah, I can’t complain with them

(Ohh shit)

Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain

We do the good cocaine

And we don’t feel no pain

So yo, we don’t complain

(ohh shit)

Everywhere I go people know my name

We got the money and fame (ha-ha)

And they don’t treat me the same (they don’t treat me the same, dog)

But yo, I don’t complain

(ohh shit)

Yo

Peckerwood status, live since Illmatic

Barnacle static like radical fanatic

Jump out the Benz with a semi-automatic

And rob all my friends like a fucking drug addict

Revolutionary, very necessary

You couldn’t bust a cherry

Fuck your commentary

I’m so legendary

Born to get rhymer

Youngsters act scary when they 'round the old timer

Like «Yes, sir.

No, sir.

Truly, it’s an honor»

Farmer of drama

Harvesting karma

Kamikaze die bomber on suicide mission

My mental condition 'bout to come to fruition

I’m all natural, no preservative

Style superlative

You don’t deserve to live

We never truly die

The God was never born

Tell your vision lies

And watch that murder porn

(ohh shit)

Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain

We do the good cocaine

And we don’t feel no pain

So yo, we don’t complain

(ohh shit)

Everywhere I go people know my name

We got the money and fame

And they don’t treat me the same

But yo, I don’t complain

(ohh shit)

I smoke like Willie

Party like Waylon

Wilder than David Lee Roth from Van Halen

Batshit crazier than you’ll ever hear from Sarah Palin

Here’s to smooth sailin' on all these rough waters

Mothers love their sons, fathers love their daughters

All the things they give us and all the things they told us

The love that first made us and all the things that taught us

Like doing all the others

Loving all your brothers

(ohh shit)

And helping out your neighbours when they need a hand

But every woman solo went thru love like Paniolo

And it is hard to tell a woman sometimes from a man

(ohh shit)

So all the confusion and everybody’s losin'

Livin' fake lives up on Instagram

But everything is funny when you front for the money

While the devil executes his fucking masterplan, like

Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain

We do the good cocaine

And we don’t feel no pain

So yo, we don’t complain

(ohh shit)

Everywhere I go people know my name

We got the money and fame

And they don’t treat me the same

But yo, I don’t complain