Tech N9ne - Sad Circus lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I had so many plans, cause I got plenty fans I thought that I was never gonna be alone to spend these grands But it seems that every girl that I dated somehow hated the way I loved And I made it with so many, now the ones that are with it, its not any; they all ran I thought that I was gonna be Hugh Hef, 6 women to go 2-step but not one of my crews left Kids are growing up and they got lives now nobody arrives now Used to be married but narcissism let my bride down I used to be a playa, I used to be afraid of bein' alone But they all eventually said "I'll see ya lata'"; much lata' Sittin' in this plush lair must say I'm stuck in a rut I guess not enough prayer Cause ain't nobody came back, I bust the same raps But ain't no dame pack wish I could change that They say that I'm extra I'm messed up and I murk the deals That I have with them in the past and I miss 'em and it hurts for real [Hook: Courtney Kuhnz] See the man with the broken heart (He's just right over there) All alone he stands so lonely in this world so cold. He's been hopeless from the start (He feels like no one cares) Born alone he'll die so lonely: saddest story ever told [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Sooner or later rumors gonna tear me up in pieces And he's just bad luck everywhere I go I'm sick of this steepness More money more problems, no money problems gettin' worse He don't have to get bloody but he didn't have to get hurt f** I'm so tired of all this cryin' it don't work Its affectin' my work, not even carin' about my work Thin line between love and raps, Strange got the fans comin' back Bad plus bad run in packs, startin' to think is a curse I can't you do it without you n***a' Can't be done without me n***a' Well, yes it can, wait, please don't do it without me n***a' Strange move on without these lyrics, makin' it to wear these fans can hear it I'mma have to get done I'm near it, Brotha Lynch Hung you can't be serious I'm starin' at these pills, in the back of the Cadillac, and matta' fact I got it I grip my steel, I'm always on this suicide thinkin' that's how I feel I figure if I get rid of these pills nobody would care if I'm k**ed My label's on the road, me just sittin' at home, see Spit in that chrome, me gettin' that gold We get that call and then we run in they house, gun up in they mouth Just know this Madesicc Strange, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout [Hook] [Outro]