Tech N9ne Sad Circus song 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, 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 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]

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

Fuck 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 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, 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]