Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty de $uicideboy$
Letra de Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty
Intro: Brad Pitt & I'll tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your templeThe Gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortalCause any moment might be our lastEverything is more beautiful, because we're doomedYou did good $lick(It's a Smash!)Hit me with-Hit me with-Hit me with-Hit me with-Hit me with so more,if you don’t hear me so i split your wig-Shoot on a trick,when i’m thick slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch Shoot on a trick-Shoot on a trick-slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch-Hit me with-Hit me with-Hit me with-Hit me with-Hit me with so more,if you don’t hear me so i split your wig-Shoot on a trick,when i’m thick slick ain’t got no sorrow bitch Shoot on a trick-Shoot on a trick-slick ain’t got no sorrow bitchCan I ever get a moment to myself?Each moment that passes is fleetingI try and I try to escape my own lifeAt this point y'all should call me Houdini (Oddy don't)It always ends up with me bleedingOr so overwhelmed I'm retreatingBack into the hole that I tried to climb out ofIt always ends up self defeatingI'm addicted to sex, addicted to drugsReally whatever will make me feel lovedI don't care what you thinkYeah, I don't give a fuckI'm still out here shinin' as bright as the sunNo matter how hard it getsNo matter how toughDon't disobey when I say, "Give me the gun" (Give me the gun)If I don't let my demons out to breatheI'll end up with some horns or pair of fuckin' wingsCome and visit me from time to time (From time to time)To all the bitches I was ever withYeah, you're still on my mind (Mind-mind)Skinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throwSkinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throwSkinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throwSkinny Pimp, at yourself, any rap you try to throwHuh, ayyYeah, pushing that coupe in the rain (North!)Think I been going insane (Side!)Poppin' and smokin' and drinkin' (North!)Is how I been copin' and dealin' with pain (Side!)Snort up a line with my Mom, yeah (North!)I just be hoping to bond (Side!)Another day working and wasting away (North!)The exact thing that I wanna buy (Side!)That's time (Yeah)I'm in that Double RFalling the fuck apartCooking up my frontal lobePlay it strong on the phoneBut I cry when alone'Cause my daddy just hit a new lowFuckEveryday bad news, everyday cash rulesFuck what I did (Lets go!)It's what have you done latelyFuck that poetic shit (Lets go!)Got a chrome metal stick up to my brain, just to know heaven for a bit (Go, go, go)I just want to run away (Away)But all I ever do is run in place (In place)The tears I cried it could've iced my chain (My chain)And on the best days I can't feel my face (My face)No matter how hard it getsNo matter how toughMy face, my faceI can't feel my faceNo matter how hard it getsNo matter how toughMy face, my faceI can't feel my faceMy face, my faceI can't feel my faceNo matter how hard it getsNo matter how toughMy face, my faceI can't feel my faceThe worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessnessAnd I think that is the part of hell that a person in depression really tastesThe hopelessness, the terrible hopelessness that comes over
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