Misery in Waking Hours Lyrics – $uicideboy$

A self confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9
John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008
But he told me he has murdered many more people
And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer
I don’t think like normal people, never have
Have racing y— thoughts
It’s been that way, since I was a kid
I’m constantly doesn’t matter if I’m asleep or if I’m awake
I’m constantly thinkin’ of a hundred things at one time
(You did good, $l!ck)
(It’s a smash)
Okay, okay, okay

B!tches on my d!ck, ’cause they know, this sh!t is thick
And n!ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
B!tches on my d!ck, ’cause they know, this sh!t is thick
And n!ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple

Yeah, got me f**ked up (Okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, got me f**ked up (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, got me f**ked up (Okay, okay)
Yeah, ayy, yeah

Money what I’m ’bout (Wetto)
Too much cash to count (Brr)
Keep that b!tch outside, ain’t no hoes up in my house (Hahaha)
Smokin’ out the ounce, uh
I’m watchin’ recession (Yeah)
My b!tch want affection, but I’m busy cleanin’ weapons (Brr)
Pick up white trash, rolls presidential
I can’t trust no mans, so me drivin’ is essential (Skrrt)
Sippin’ on some potion (Yeah)
I got no emotions (Nah)
Sold my opp a pack, now his dog is what he’s smokin’
Since I was a youngin’ I been moving like a MAC (Okay)
F**king up a sac
Daddy smokin’ crack (Let’s get it)
By sixteen, I was pimpin’, f**kin’ b!tches back to back (Let’s get it)
Ben was with me in the trap, told me, “Rap and don’t look back”
(Let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it, get it, get it)
Wish my dog was here, so I can give him every plaque (Every plaque)
Hope he lookin’ down with me counting every rack (Every rack)
This sh!t deeper than rap, mane this sh!t deeper than labels (Let’s get it)
Kids eatin’ dinner with no father at the table (Let’s get it)
Gotta keep it stable (Let’s get it)
Gotta keep it pushin’ (Let’s get it)
Them hoes, they got me f**ked up, think I’m worried ’bout pu$$y
Right here where I should be (North)
Eastern B-L-O-C (Grey)
Grey 59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P

B!tches on my d!ck, ’cause they know, this sh!t is thick
And n!ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
B!tches on my d!ck, ’cause they know, this sh!t is thick
And n!ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple

Yeah, got me f**ked up (Got me f**ked up)
Yeah, got me f**ked up (Ayy)
Yeah, got me f**ked up
Got me f**ked up (f**ked up)
B!tch, you got me f**ked up

Six feet under ground, yeah, but I can go deeper
Always got my heater, raise the temp like I’m fighting off a fever
Sleep with one eye open, always winking at the reaper
Used to get so high, they found me aimlessly floatin’ up in the ether
Ruby, bring the phonk
Movin’ shadows when the night fall (Yeah)
F**k this sh!t is bunk, feel like I’m snortin’ Chinese drywall
Play it smooth like a baby, make his b!tch think that I might crawl
AMG Mercedes got the bark like it’ll bite y’all
Shinin’ so hard, I’m turnin’ tunnels into bright halls (sh!t)
Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall
Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this f**kin’ fame sh!t
Caught in broad daylight, f**k, it’s too late, I can’t shape shift (No)
Always lookin’ down, they think that Ruby need a facelift
Everyday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?)
Get the f**k away from me
Leave me the f**k alone
All of the credit I get is a lie, the whole time it was one of my clones (It was)
They say they got beef, but they chewin’ up beyond meat (Beef, f**k off)
How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me
Boy, go get your bread up, shred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, b!tch, you got the wrong bee (Okay)

Yeah, got me f**ked up (Got me f**ked up)
Yeah, got me f**ked up (Ayy)
Yeah, got me f**ked up
Got me f**ked up
B!tch, you got me f**ked up