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$uicideboy$ – in constant sorrow lyrics

[intro: mc money & n+gga creep]
serious sh+t, no playin’, ho
break yo’ self, hit the floor, hit the floor
hoish ass n+gga, i’m just tired of this talking sh+t
serious sh+t, no playin’, ho
keep poppin’ off at the mouth
hoish ass n+gga, i’m just tired of this talking sh+t
break yo’ self, hit the floor
get your f+cking wig split

[verse 1: oddy nuff da snow leopard]
ruby keep pullin’ these hoes, all over the globe
but still i’m in love with the sh+t up my nose
all of the money, the cars and the clothes
it comes and it goes
one day i’ll be ready to gather my bones, dig me a hole
say goodbye, as my two eyes start to close
but then they ain’t even closed
some of y’all leave me alone (leave me alone!)
who the f+ck gon’ copy us?
no stopping us, she blocked the cuz
i’m stocking up, gon’ find some sl+ts
shotty clutch, snort roxy dust
i’m outta luck
the next b+tch who won’t rock me up
won’t knock me up
the rope in my hand keeps knotting up
i’m so tired of thinking i’m not enough!
not enough!
not enough!
[sample: mc money & n+gga creep]
serious sh+t, no playin’, ho
keep poppin’ off at the mouth
hoish ass n+gga, i’m just tired of this talking sh+t
break yo’ self, hit the floor
get your f+cking wig split

[verse 2: $crim]
pull up in a drop top, high (why?)
people tryna take what’s mine (who?)
people i call my friends (where?)
people i call my fam’, god d+mn
[sweep down my stuff for views] (when?)
right now i don’t wanna hear sh+t (wait, what?)
[?]
livin’ too deep in a dream
i’ve been+ i’ve been+
i’ve been dreaming of a reason not to paint the f+ckin’ ceilin’
with my brains, and my pain, that’s just how the f+ck i’m feelin’
i don’t f+ck with feeling worthless
is this god thing really working?
no point of searching for a purpose
meet me at my service..
meet me at my service..
meet me at my service..
[outro: ? & mc money]
i never knew people could be so evil
(serious sh+t, no playin’, ho)
i don’t leave here, y’know?
keep poppin’ off at the mouth
(break yo’self, hit the floor)
haven’t gone outside for years
i have a job over the phone, i help the people with the computers
order anything i want on the internet, got tv
that’s not a bad life

- uicideboy lyrics

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