EMPTY (feat. Saint Jokestar)
Feel so empty what does it mean
How can you tell that my minds not clean
Tell you again that my eyes will bleed
How can it not with the shit I see
Plagued my soul with the darkness
Used my words like an artist
Walk with time on my left wrist
Played with the board now my head spins
Back of my mind I got evil intentions
Stuck as a slave, I am a warrior
Lord of the flies couldn't even be sorrier
Swatting these niggas, that's till my death
Take out my heart just to empty my chest
Drown in my sorrow, swim in the peace
Don't need my lungs 'cause I no longer breathe
Rip out intestines, shit on these neeks
Path has been given I no longer seek
Stomach exploded, still tryna eat
Hungry as fuck so I dine and don't sleep
Empty
These pricks just tryna look trendy
I got more shit on my mind so I stand how god just sent me
Empty
How the fuck could you ever resent me
Pretending angels act like the thoughts in their mind can never be deadly
Empty
Sticks and stones is temporary
Words they cut so deep had to poke my brain with a pen 'cause I gotta re-write my memory
Empty
A one man gang is plenty
The devil opens my eye when the angels come to try and tempt me
Empty
Empty
How can you tell that my minds not clean
Tell you again that my eyes will bleed
How can it not with the shit I see
Plagued my soul with the darkness
Used my words like an artist
Walk with time on my left wrist
Played with the board now my head spins
Back of my mind I got evil intentions
Stuck as a slave, I am a warrior
Lord of the flies couldn't even be sorrier
Swatting these niggas, that's till my death
Take out my heart just to empty my chest
Drown in my sorrow, swim in the peace
Don't need my lungs 'cause I no longer breathe
Rip out intestines, shit on these neeks
Path has been given I no longer seek
Stomach exploded, still tryna eat
Hungry as fuck so I dine and don't sleep
Empty
These pricks just tryna look trendy
I got more shit on my mind so I stand how god just sent me
Empty
How the fuck could you ever resent me
Pretending angels act like the thoughts in their mind can never be deadly
Empty
Sticks and stones is temporary
Words they cut so deep had to poke my brain with a pen 'cause I gotta re-write my memory
Empty
A one man gang is plenty
The devil opens my eye when the angels come to try and tempt me
Empty
Empty
Credits
Writer(s): Smiley's Dead
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