EMPTY LYRICS – JUICE WRLD

EMPTY LYRICS - JUICE WRLD
EMPTY LYRICS

From the unknown

I ran away, I don’t think I’m coming 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
Yeah, I’m keepin’ it real, real, um

Keepin’ it real, uh yeah
Life gets tough, shit is getting real

I don’t know how to feel
Swallowing all these pills

Know my real feels
Devil standing here

Tryna’ make a deal, uh
It ain’t no deals

Feel like I’m going crazy but still took a lot to get me here
Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills

I ain’t have anything then and I still don’t have anything still, still, still
Bein’ me, I rock PnB

These hoes actin’ like gossip, TMZ
These drugs acting like

Moshpits squishing me
Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly

Lonely, I been gettin’ no peace
OD, feel like overdosing

Low key I been looking for the signs
But all I can find is a sign of the times

From the unknown
I ran away, I don’t think I’m coming 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, oh

Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue

Don’t tempt me, big bullet holes
Tote semi-autos


LET HER GO LYRICS

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

Gon’ get to the racks, all them niggas 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, driving with the rooftop missin’

I don’t give a fuck, really came from rags to riches
Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin’

From the unknown
I ran away, I don’t think I’m coming 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

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