[D.R.A.M.:] I feel your pain Cause I been through the same thing as you So I can relate But I feel your pain and I know that sh** hurts And yeah, it's the worse But you'll be okay So quit moping your a** around Like somebody owe you som'n Don't nobody owe you non', okay You need to just stay focused on your craft And if you on to som'n, don't let 'em tell you non' I say... I feel your pain You got three baby daddies You still club every Saturday around your way Girl, I feel your pain And you probably resort to stripping But all that fried chicken and children f**ed up your frame, huh sh** It's f**ed up, ain't it? At high school you was a prom queen And now you're bagging up number three's And if it was mine it had no cheese Girl, I feel your pain Huh, you've ask me how I feel today And I gladly tell you that I'm great So quit moping your a** around Like somebody owe you some Don't nobody owe you nothin', okay You need to just stay focused on your craft And if you owe 'em some, don't let 'em tell you none Not even me [Mabel:] I feel your pain Addicted to heartache, okay I touch strings we've found together, always connected I tangle things then wonder whether it keeps me protected And I'll admit through all of it, you keep me affected I feel your pain Addicted to heartache, okay Late night looking as your friends leave, pulling out the driveway Sipping on that last thing that he said Ain't no one wonder why do I let it keep me up Why do I let it beat me up? Reaching for that last thing that he said This sh** it hurts, this sh** it hurts Addicted to heartache This sh** it hurts, this sh** it hurts Okay This sh** it hurts, this sh** it hurts Okay, okay So what, you gon' cry about it? Tell your friends about it You walk away, you can't sleep without it And no one knew what you were going through And not even me