Empty

From the unknown

I ran away, I don't think I'm comin' back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know

I problem-solve with styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul

Uh, empty, I feel so goddamn empty

I may go rogue, don't tempt me

Big bullet holes, tote semi-autos

Uh, yeah, I'm keepin' it real, real

I'm keepin' it real

Uh, yeah, life gets tough, shit is getting real

Yeah, I don't know how to feel

Swallowing all these pills

Numb my real feels

Uh, devil standing here tryna make a deal, uh

It ain't no deal, feel like I'm goin' crazy, but still, it took a lot to get me here

Losing my sanity up in a house on the hills, hills, hills

I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still

Uh, bein' me, I rock PnB

These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ

These drugs actin' like mosh pits, squishin' me

Oh my! Oh me! How they kill me slowly

Lonely, I've been gettin' no peace

OD, feel like overdosing

Lowkey, I've been looking for signs

But all I can find is the sign of the times

From the unknown

I ran away, I don't think I'm comin' back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know

I problem-solve with styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul

Uh, empty, I feel so goddamn empty

I may go rogue, don't tempt me

Big bullet holes, tote semi-autos

I ain't suicidal

Only thing suicide is suicide doors

Fight for survival

Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up

Hold my hand, through hell we go

Don't look back, it ain't the past no more

Gonna get to them racks, all them **** want war

Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls

Exhale depression as the wind blows

These are the laws of living in vogue

We're perfectly imperfect children

Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission

Never gave a fuck, really came from rags to riches

Now we live it up, drivin' with the rooftop missin'

I don't give a fuck, really came from rags to riches

Now I live it up, drivin' with the rooftop missin'

From the unknown

I ran away, I don't think I'm comin' back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know

I problem-solve with styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul

Uh, empty, I feel so goddamn empty

I may go rogue, don't tempt me

Big bullet holes, tote semi-autos