Lyrics:
Hey, hm..
That's your dream, i'ma chase it
I want your time and your heart cause it's vacant
Empty promises running this relation
All you need is
R.I.P Sammy real niggas never die
And It would be a lie to say that I had never cried
I know you looking down on us from way up in the sky
Fly Horseman
empty p ride,
full of selfishness inside
bathe in a turning tide,
until then we all hide
I hope it comes around
driven out
flashin' (Flash)
Fuck what you sayin' don't care bout' Captions, I got a plan (Plan)
I'm back in the Game (Mhm)
"Kill or be killed" that's the shit that my
And every night from now on, get it right
Why, why ask why?
I'm simply living and I get what I want
By simply taking or you're simply giving
Hey yo
the strangest sight I'd ever seen
I was standing by the jukebox
I watching the club empty out
When somebody tapped me on the shoulder and said
Hey man it's
I'm so glad you came
Yeah I'm so glad you came
It's a crippling mindstate hey
It's a crippling mindstate hey
Let me talk my shit while i'm still rollin
dealt spades
You read that book and it never helped, so now you felt played
I'm self-saved, never got into that self-help craze
Hey, we gon' be, we gon'
by them goons and they love to be grimy
Masked up, black hoodies got them reapers behind me
Got my niggas beside me
And each one of them deadly
If
me a eulogy, be sure to show
All that i overcame way down the road
You wouldn't believe it
Coming from the mouth of the one
Who's already been disposed
With I love ginny painted in bright green
Hey that's my uncle bill there by the courthouse
He'll be lowering the flag when the sun goes down
And this
more empty promises
There'll be no more wasted passions
To clutter up our play
It really was a good sign
The words went on to say
It shows
How Does It Feel?
Woo woo!
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola
Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted
broke
How you gon get some head
Second thing Brother gotta get yourself together
Even if you doing good
You could be doing better
Treat yourself
To be honest,
I'm a liar, the entire,
But it's too late,
I'm a quarter step ahead,
A reason to be heard, you name it,
I got none, empty
to stop the fools jacking off by the hand
Putting wack records in the make
By using R&B fucking singers in the god damn breaks
Try to go commercial but
could it be that niggas thought
I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did
may they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit
P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
put
Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan
When I aim I ain't missin', master of assassination'
I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo
If all the love, could get you money
You would be rich, but empty hearted
Share your goods, don't be attached to
The things that weigh you down down
crazy for awhile,
If she leaves right now,
Maybe she'll make Memphis by the dawn
[Chorus]
And tonight you know this whole damn house is empty
Yeah!
They ain't ready for this one nephew (nah!)
Lil Jon (hey!) Snoop Dogg (uh-huh!)
Turn this shit up nigga! (let's go!)
[Chorus]
1800, I'm
so you can understand
EMPTY take away the E, no effort what I feel inside
MPTY ain't got to x no question, so no need for Y
MPT the same P for pleasure
rhymes/Humpty Dumpty fell down, that???s his hard time/ Jack B. Nimble was nimble, and he was quick/ But Jam Master cut faster that so Jay says???
Beastie
Well tonight I stay home
´cos I don´t want to bother
my child who feels empty
and sick of it´s mother, when you´re
bored by yourself you wanna
care
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