Brotha Lynch Hung - Sad Circus lyrics

[Intro: Makzilla as Circus Announcer] Ladies and gentlemen, hurry hurry hurry! Step right up and witness the sad circus! Come one, come all, to the sad circus! Step right up and see the lonely poor ba*tard. Witness, the man with no hope. Stories guaranteed to be tear jerkers. Now without further adieu, the sad circus! [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 mated 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 later..." much later... 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 And 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 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 f** I'm so tired of all this cryin' it don't work It's affectin' my work, not even carin' about my worth 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 where 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 Spittin that chrome, he gettin'that gold We get that call and then we run in they house, gun up in they mouth Just know it's Madesicc Strange that's what I'm talkin' 'bout [Hook] [Makzilla as Circus Announcer] Thank you! For coming, to the sad circus...come again...or not...hahahaha... [Outro: Tech N9ne] I'm falling, I'm crawling, I'm yelling but no one can hear me calling. I'm crying, profusely, sometimes I wish somebody would just come and noose me