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