Chords for $UICIDEBOY$ - NOT EVEN GHOSTS ARE THIS EMPTY

Don't you be _ listenin' to _
[F#m] this _ _ ho's son
[G] Lick of dick, when I'm sick, lick you gotta start a [F#m] bit _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Any good love ain't even [E] enough, any [F#m] good love ain't even enough _ _ _ _
[E] Lick of dick, when I'm sick, [B] lick you gotta start a bit
Lick of dick, when I'm [F#m] sick, lick you gotta start a [G] bit
You know you're breaking the moment and my soul is roaming the past and [F#] speedy
I'm trying to try to escape my young life but this morning I should call me a greedy
[G] And I'm raising up a million, I'm so overwhelmed I'm a dream
[F#] I can never hold an agenda, climb a ladder, now I'm raising up something bigger
[E] I'm addicted to sex, addicted to drugs, really my dad bought me a few kilos
[F#m] I don't care what you think, I do what you prefer, don't feel like there's anyone on your [E] side
No matter how hard it [D] gets, no matter how tough
[E] All I want is the pain, will [F#m] not seek any God
If [G] I don't let my demons out and breathe, [F#] I'll end up with some rods, a pair of [F#m] _ fuckways
[G] I'm in misery from time to time, but the lucky [F#] bitches I was ever with, still on my _
[G] mind _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ Pushing up, [E] gripping the wine, the way that we're going to sang it
Popping and [F#] smoking and drinking and sobbing, gripping the bill and we're playing
Scrolling for [E] lunch with my mom, yeah, we open the bar
Another day working and wasting away the investment that [D] I wanna buy _
[G] I'm in a double up, all in the fuck up, all cooking up, I'm from the north
[F#m] To the store and the farmer, that's probably the local, my daddy just hit a new low
[G] Everyday bad news, everyday cashews, but what I did is what they be [F#m] demanding
Fuck them up, I just shake out the gold medal, stick it up to my friend, you don't know what I've [G] been through
_ _ _ I just wanna [F#] run away, but all I ever do is [G] run in place
The tears I cried, it could've [F#] ice my chain
And all the past days I've been feeling [Em] my _ _ pain
We _
[F#m] ain't about the money _ _ _ _
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[Em] We ain't _ _ about the [F#m] money _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] The worst part about hell is not the flames, it's the hopelessness
And I think that _ _ is the part of hell that a person in depression really takes. _ _ _ _ _