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holden ross - clown cake lyrics

clown cake

(verse)
i guess that lately i been slippin’
makin everybody hate me since i started acted different (i’m not myself)
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i’m pencil diving in the deep end and my head’s so f+ckin’ heavy that there ain’t no way im swimming
now i’m drowning in the liquor (what?)
i’m drowning in the sorrow (oh)
feel so f+ckin sorry for myself i dread to see tomorrow
i tried to follow my heart but it took me bottle
and you know i’m always holdin’ (holden), i won’t ever see the bottom
f+ck it (d+mn…)
when’d i cross the line and become a junkie?
started off for notoriеty but now i’m left with nothing (that’s tough)
i’m still struggling
+drinking driving and druggin
how can i trust a higher power that took еverything that i loved from me? (uh huh)
blood running
don’t come for me you hush puppy
f+ck jumping, i get you hooked up on dust huffing (yikes!)
plus something that h+lla similar to b+tt chugging
you get f+cked tryna come step up to the f+cking king. (the king)
and that’s just me pointing out the super obvious
i use a monolith maneuverin’ to the moon and conquer it (yes!)
and you could say it’s just the confidence but really you know there’s truly no way you’re stopping me
who the prodigy?
that’s you? that’s hard to believe
cuz all i hear‘s a script from future that you follow to a t (haha!)
so really who is he? sound new to me
it’s scrutiny
the way that they go n’ glue themselves to me just like a movie screen
this your eulogy
say goodbye, make your god call (bye bye!)
the lyrical giants, that mean everyone in the squad tall
you ain’t got b+lls you’re not hard you’re soft dawg
terrified of defeat (da+feet) you won’t ever catch me w socks off (d+mn)
ah sh+t, here we go the beat it start to loop again
back to it and i feel like jordan tryna hoop again (uh huh)
they said i could be anything so i chose to become superman (uh huh)
cause i’m sick of losing friends and burying them beneath a crucifix (god d+mn)
used to be simpler back when we was em little stupid kids
but then this sh+t flipped and everybody tryna sniff
and that b+tch that you was crushing on when you 6, is on some hyna sh+t
buyin vicodin and n tryna to find a pimp
(whoo)
yeah..
the pseudonym’s just ‘lucrative’
and you could trip
f+cking n+ts+cks just cleaning up the puke i spit
i’m too nice+
b+tch (yup)
i want to stop drinking
but i really miss the h so f+cking much and i just wanna stop thinking (feel you bro…)
shootin dope and smokin marlboro until her lungs black
don’t wanna know where hope is+ just where the molly and the blow at (me too me too)
now she always kinda hit the notes flat+
where the hoes at? give her the mountain and a brokeback (ha!)
i been
hungry lately, eatin’ everything, you low fat
sold a pound then started coming down and went and stole my blow back
the flow jacked
this ain’t the only sh+t i’m a pro at
hoe, get blown back but no longer tote gats
that’s no cap (sheesh)
bro facts, step to holden get your nose smashed
throat gash f+cked so many ripples now it’s a road map (disgusting)
you cappin rappers all flow whack
(brrrat)
heh

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