Empty Phrases (feat. Lord Stef' & Melissa Muther)
(Ey yo) I'm still so amazed how I'm stuck this a maze
I thought I was free, but I'm bound by these chains
I feel my mind gathering dust, ideas on the shelf
The clock keeps tickin' while I'm loosing myself
I'm afraid of gettin sick by all the shit going on
What the fuck is necessary to get rid of my thoughts (Ah)
The weight is heavy, too heavy to carry
I feel so enslaved by all my insecuritys
Feeling kinda cooped up, in my room stuck
Someone has to safe me right before I will die
But every time you show up, in my room
You tell me empty phrases, they don't help me survive
Boy oh boy
Don't let it get you down no more
At the end you'll be fine
At all, oh boy
Don't shed no tears
Be good to you, be good to you
I'm begging for help in my desperate state
But all you have to offer is this meaningless phrase
Don't you realize I need an acting supporter
With your brain-poaching drivels, you ignore my disorder
Why ain't you willing to dig deep in my mind
You could be salvation for me being resigned
Can't you recognize the trail of devastation
Or do you turn a blind eye on my desolation
Feeling kinda cooped up, in my room stuck
Someone has to safe me right before I will die
But every time you show up, in my room
You tell me empty phrases, they don't help me survive
Boy oh boy
Don't let it get you down no more
At the end you'll be fine
At all, oh boy
Don't shed no tears
Be good to you, be good to you
Boy
Don't give up
Oh boy
Be fine
Don't give up
Be good to you
Boy
Don't give up
Oh boy
Be fine
Don't give up
At the end you'll be fine
I thought I was free, but I'm bound by these chains
I feel my mind gathering dust, ideas on the shelf
The clock keeps tickin' while I'm loosing myself
I'm afraid of gettin sick by all the shit going on
What the fuck is necessary to get rid of my thoughts (Ah)
The weight is heavy, too heavy to carry
I feel so enslaved by all my insecuritys
Feeling kinda cooped up, in my room stuck
Someone has to safe me right before I will die
But every time you show up, in my room
You tell me empty phrases, they don't help me survive
Boy oh boy
Don't let it get you down no more
At the end you'll be fine
At all, oh boy
Don't shed no tears
Be good to you, be good to you
I'm begging for help in my desperate state
But all you have to offer is this meaningless phrase
Don't you realize I need an acting supporter
With your brain-poaching drivels, you ignore my disorder
Why ain't you willing to dig deep in my mind
You could be salvation for me being resigned
Can't you recognize the trail of devastation
Or do you turn a blind eye on my desolation
Feeling kinda cooped up, in my room stuck
Someone has to safe me right before I will die
But every time you show up, in my room
You tell me empty phrases, they don't help me survive
Boy oh boy
Don't let it get you down no more
At the end you'll be fine
At all, oh boy
Don't shed no tears
Be good to you, be good to you
Boy
Don't give up
Oh boy
Be fine
Don't give up
Be good to you
Boy
Don't give up
Oh boy
Be fine
Don't give up
At the end you'll be fine
Credits
Writer(s): Stef' Angula
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