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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 with it, it's 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 arise 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 (?) 
He's been hopeless from the start (He feels like no one cares) 
All alone he (?) saddest story ever told 
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Tech N9Ne - Sad Circus - http://motolyrics.com/tech-n9ne/sad-circus-lyrics.html
Sooner or later rumors that 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 
Fuck I'm so tired of all this cryin' it don't work 
It's 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 nigga' 
Can't be done without me nigga' 
Well, yes it can, wait, please don't do it without me nigga' 
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 killed 
My label's on the road, me just sittin' at home, see 
Spit in that chrome, he gettin'that gold 
We get that call and then we run in they house, gun up in they mouth 
Just know this basic Strange that's what I'm talkin' 'bout 
[Hook]
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