paroles de chanson That Just Isn't Empirically Possible - $uicideboy$

It's lonely at the top
All of my enemies have been defeated (R.I.P)
The crown has been sitting on my head for too long
It's starting to give me these legions (Yah, yah)
Don't follow the crowd
The crowd is misleading (Oh no)
Stay solo
Surrounded by all of my demons (Yeah)
Licking my wounds as they deepen (Yeah)
Constantly feeding them all of my secrets, secrets
007
I got the golden gun
I got the golden
Im busting
Open up the door
I'm at my breaking point
I cannot take this shit no more
I'm ready to fucking explode
Open up
Knock knock
Here comes the Glock cocked
9 mili pop pop pop
Oh no
Making a mess
My aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home
Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust
Huh
Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut
Fuck
I do not care to be here or be there
In the mean time, it seems that I'm stuck
Huh
Swerving and crashing
That dying little bastard
Yung Christ, you address me as such
What?
Crazy little demon (Yah)
They wave when they see me
Face tatted from ear to ear, yeah (Rrah)
Northside boy with a Glock sized toy (Rrah)
If I cock it there's going to be tears here (Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew)
Manic depressive
When life is in session, I hide in a room that's as dark as me (Pa)
Dollar sign - B
And it's still F-T-P
Fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P ('till I R-I-P)