Empty
Bitch, I'm tryna get tipsy
So why my cup look empty
I need some yak or some whisky
That Mo look tempting
So come and pour it up with me
Me and some hoes gettin frisky
Sip that brown like it's for my health
I take another bottle down from up on the shelf
Then I sit back down cause I'm fading out
It's so much liquor Ima drown, I'm begging for help
Said 1800 got me running from my thoughts
Maybe I'm running from something that I can't stop
They keep wanting me to act like a robot
But I keep telling them that I don't fit in no box
Tryna fit the mold finna drive me to the bottle
Dom Perignon, I'm hitting it full throttle
My drink stay cold even though I'm getting hotter
Said the world less cold when you fucking on a model
Bitch, I'm tryna get tipsy
So why my cup look empty
I need some yak or some whisky
That Mo look tempting
So come and pour it up with me
Me and some hoes gettin frisky
I resort to drinking
When I'm feeling empty
But I know it won't fix me
Just stop me from thinking
I'm losing my memory
That last shot really sent me
It's last call, pour it all
Champagne waterfall, don't do me wrong
Is you coming home or nah? Don't leave me 'lone
I just did a sake bomb... kon'nichiwa
Baby you would look bomb on my arm
Wanna know what your tribe called with that apple bum
I don't wanna steer you wrong, I don't have it all
I'm tryna wash away my wrongs with that Coke and rum
Gas in my lungs, it's hard to move on
I do these drugs just to leave shit behind
I'm tryna put on and help out my moms
Gotta be strong 'cause I'm her oldest son
I'm tryna get tipsy
So why my cup look empty
I need some yak or some whisky
That Mo look tempting
So come and pour it up with me
Me and some hoes gettin frisky
I resort to drinking
When I'm feeling empty
But I know it won't fix me
Just stop me from thinking
I'm losing my memory
That last shot really sent me
Bitch, I'm tryna get tipsy
So why my cup look empty
I need some yak or some whisky
That Mo look tempting
So come and pour it up with me
Me and some hoes gettin frisky
I resort to drinking
When I'm feeling empty
But I know it won't fix me
Just stop me from thinking
I'm losing my memory
That last shot really sent me
So why my cup look empty
I need some yak or some whisky
That Mo look tempting
So come and pour it up with me
Me and some hoes gettin frisky
Sip that brown like it's for my health
I take another bottle down from up on the shelf
Then I sit back down cause I'm fading out
It's so much liquor Ima drown, I'm begging for help
Said 1800 got me running from my thoughts
Maybe I'm running from something that I can't stop
They keep wanting me to act like a robot
But I keep telling them that I don't fit in no box
Tryna fit the mold finna drive me to the bottle
Dom Perignon, I'm hitting it full throttle
My drink stay cold even though I'm getting hotter
Said the world less cold when you fucking on a model
Bitch, I'm tryna get tipsy
So why my cup look empty
I need some yak or some whisky
That Mo look tempting
So come and pour it up with me
Me and some hoes gettin frisky
I resort to drinking
When I'm feeling empty
But I know it won't fix me
Just stop me from thinking
I'm losing my memory
That last shot really sent me
It's last call, pour it all
Champagne waterfall, don't do me wrong
Is you coming home or nah? Don't leave me 'lone
I just did a sake bomb... kon'nichiwa
Baby you would look bomb on my arm
Wanna know what your tribe called with that apple bum
I don't wanna steer you wrong, I don't have it all
I'm tryna wash away my wrongs with that Coke and rum
Gas in my lungs, it's hard to move on
I do these drugs just to leave shit behind
I'm tryna put on and help out my moms
Gotta be strong 'cause I'm her oldest son
I'm tryna get tipsy
So why my cup look empty
I need some yak or some whisky
That Mo look tempting
So come and pour it up with me
Me and some hoes gettin frisky
I resort to drinking
When I'm feeling empty
But I know it won't fix me
Just stop me from thinking
I'm losing my memory
That last shot really sent me
Bitch, I'm tryna get tipsy
So why my cup look empty
I need some yak or some whisky
That Mo look tempting
So come and pour it up with me
Me and some hoes gettin frisky
I resort to drinking
When I'm feeling empty
But I know it won't fix me
Just stop me from thinking
I'm losing my memory
That last shot really sent me
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Writer(s): Justin Corsillo
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