That Just Isn’t Empirically Possible $uicideboy$

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[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I
Smoke scattered out, smoke scattered out
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I choke
Let ya brain soak
Fresh up out the paint shop, rollin' in my drop top
Smoke scattered out, blow to the dope, I
Smoke scattered out, smoke scattered out

[Verse 1: Lord of Loneliness]
It's lonely at the top
All of my enemies have been defeated (R-I-P)
The crown has been sitting on my head for too long
It's starting to give me these lesions (Yeah, yeah)
Don't follow the crowd, the crowd is misleading
Stay solo, surrounded by all of my demons
Licking my wounds as they deepen
Constantly feeding them all of my secrets (Ayy)
007, I got the golden gun, I got the golden gun
I'm busting, open up the door (Secrets)
I'm at my breaking point, I cannot take this shit no more
I'm ready to fucking explode
Open up, knock-knock, here comes the Glock cocked
Nine milli, pop-pop-pop, oh, no
Making a mess, my aim ain't the best
I guess I should clean this all up and go home