Letra de Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty - $UICIDEBOY$

Tell you a secret, something they don't teach you in your temple

The Gods envy us, they envy us because we're mortal

'Cause any moment might be our last

Everything's more beautiful, because we're doomed

(You did good, $lick)

(It's a Smash)

Hit me with some-, hit me with some-, hit me with some-, hit me with some—

Hit me with some more but 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 some-, hit me with some-, hit me with some-, hit me with some—

Hit me with some more but 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

Can I ever get a moment to myself?

Each moment that passes is fleeting

I try and I try to escape my own life

At this point y'all should call me Houdini (Oddy, don't)

It always ends up with me bleeding (Not again)

Or so overwhelmed, I'm retreating (Not again)

Back into the hole that I tried to climb out of (Not again)

It always ends up self defeating (Not again)

I'm addicted to sex, addicted to drugs

Really whatever will make me feel loved

I don't care what you think, yeah, I don't give a fuck

I'm still out here shinin' as bright as the sun

No matter how hard it gets, no matter how tough

Don't disobey when I say, "Give me the gun" (Give me the gun)

If I don't let my demons out to breathe

I'll end up with some horns or pair of fuckin' wings

Come and visit me from time to time (From time to time)

To all the bitches I was ever with

Yeah, you're still on my mind (Mind, mind)

Skinny Pimp, gangster limp, any rap you try to throw

Skinny Pimp, gangster limp, any rap you try to throw

Skinny Pimp, gangster limp, any rap you try to throw

Skinny Pimp, gangster limp, any rap you try to throw

(Huh, huh, ayy)

Yeah, pushin' that Coupe in the rain (North)

Think I been goin' 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 hopin' to bond (Side)

Another day workin' and wastin' away (North)

The exact thing, that I wanna buy (Side), that's time (Yeah)

I'm in that Double R, fallin' the fuck apart

Cookin' up my frontal lobe

Play it strong on the phone, but I cry when alone

'Cause my daddy just hit a new low, fuck

Everyday bad news, everyday cash rules

Fuck what I did (Let's go), it's what have you done lately

Fuck that poetic shit (Lets go), got a chrome metal stick up to my brain

Just to know heaven for a bit (Go, go, go)

Yeah, huh, I just want to run away (Run 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 gets

No matter how tough

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

No matter how hard it gets

No matter how tough

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

No matter how hard it gets

No matter how tough

My face, my face

I can't feel my face

The worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness

And I think, that is the part of hell, that a person in depression really tastes

The hopelessness, the terrible hopelessness that comes over

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