So Sick Social Club - Sweet Nothing ft.Onyx, Psych Ward, Bishop Brigante, Tom Savini & Ox | Текст песни

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• So Sick Social Club
• Sweet Nothing ft.Onyx, Psych Ward, Bishop Brigante, Tom Savini & Ox

(Hook)
Why would you hate, Tell me why would you hate ? x4
You!
Why must I impress you
you're nothing really special
Breathe, i'm takin' with.
(Who the fuck are you!)
I demand to abuse you
So what if we lose you
It's a pleasure to do so
(Who the fuck are you!)

(Verse 1)
?? Anti-social thugs
you can't get inside the so sick social club
It's for the out-crowd
Niggas that can't get in
For all my loses
Rejects that can not win!

(Verse 2)
The game is real happy
A lot of niggas ain't tough right now
So we're here, to turn that smile upside down
Give you just enough robe so you can hang yourself
Then give you the burner to (chrok row) bang yourself.

(verse 3)
South suicide blood staine writing on the wall
Honest was here, death by these blades on the floor
Chains on the door, trapped in my own ways
Won't change, i'm selfish
Die by myself I dig my own grave!

(verse 4)
And i'm the same to, I blame you
This is what the fame do
It turns you to a monster
But don't let it change you
(Nigga shoke
Stake slow, sain flow fave no shit
Oh shit, its the made face with the so sick)

(Hook again)

(Verse 5)
I don't think you wanna be the way that I am
I'm two faced, too high, too violent.
You're too basic, i'm undescribed by science.
I feel hatred on my outside That's lets riot.

(verse 6)
I'm fitting with the misfits
Old bolls and outlaws.
A bit sadistic
I'm gone, i'm beyond ya'll
This shit's addictive
You'll cut off like a saw-zoe?
That's my business
Make money by the night fall

(verse 7)
Gothic
Canabel, biatches I'll hold you hostage
Exotic, Madam's and witches that go topless
Psych ward, Mad man Splitting up your ?
Reel wolf, It's bloodfam, you feelin heartless.

(verse 8)
They wanna send me to the therapist
Caught me trynna turn her body to spare rips
I scare kids like I party with the player which
Tear off your lip, My social club is so sick.

YO
(Hook)

(Verse 9)

I'm 3 steps away from going postal.
Fuck on the global if it means I need to be reaching my hostal.
My post will show you my pain. My vocaly vocing the rain.
They critisise n minimize all ma hope in this game.

We ain't the same and that's ok until you start to push me.
The rugor through you ma dolar you losers pussy.
The way I walk and now I talk resonates with the few
I'm supposed to be social, but i'm making the news.

Mamma you lied you said if I tried they'd let me inside
They testing my pride, and that's goin give me some time
You said they'd love me, but they crushe me and turned me away.
It's getting ugly seems like nothing's working my way.
It's goin' hurt me to stay, but it's worth it ok.
So if this game's we gone play then we playing today.
Put one in the chamber, give the (Baron?) A spin.
This is you're only shot, Now i dare you to win.

Yo
(Hook)

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