$uicideboy$ - That Just Isn't Empirically Possible

[00:30.79] It's lonely at the top [00:32.47] All of my enemies have been defeated (RIP) [00:34.68] The crown has been sitting on my head for too long [00:36.49] It's starting to give me these lesions (yeah, yeah) [00:38.21] Don't follow the crowd, the crowd is misleading (no) [00:40.14] Stay solo, surrounded by all of my demons (ay) [00:42.87] Licking my wounds as they deepen (ay) [00:44.16] Constantly feeding them all of my secrets [00:46.36] 007, I got the golden gun, I got the golden gun [00:49.01] I'm busting, open up the door (secrets) [00:50.64] I'm at my breaking point, I cannot take this shit no more [00:52.82] I'm ready to fucking explode [00:54.57] Open up, knock knock [00:55.51] Here comes the Glock cocked [00:56.65] 9 milli, pop pop pop, oh no [00:58.48] Making a mess, my aim ain't the best [01:00.23] I guess I should clean this all up and go home [01:02.20] [01:17.19] Percocet, Roxycodone, with some Xanax that I had crushed up in some dust (huh) [01:21.25] Elevated to another dimension so I got a limp in my strut (fuck) [01:25.06] I do not care to be here or be there [01:26.51] In the meantime it seems that I'm stuck (huh) [01:28.88] Swerving and crashing, that dying little bastard [01:30.67] Yung Christ, you address me as such (what) [01:32.79] Crazy little demon, they wave when they see me [01:34.51] Face tatted from ear to ear (yeah) [01:36.50] Northside boy with a Glock-sized toy [01:38.32] If I cock it, there's finna be tears here [01:40.49] Manic depressive, when life is in session I hide in a room that's as dark as me [01:44.26] Dollar sign-B and it's still F-T-P [01:46.02] Fucking G-R-E-Y till I R-I-P [01:48.43]