Lyrics:
telling no one
There's so much to come
The night's still young
It's on the tip of my tongue
It's on the tip of my tongue
I was used to giving more than I
of grace
In my brain there's a hollow space
A place for me and you
I day dream my life away
Haunted by the things we do
Clock tic toxic hear the gossip
All
There's a howlin' at my window
I hear him closin' in
That green-eyed jackal's got the scent
Knows I'll let him in
He slinks in by me
a hard pocket
I was chillin with this model
Throwing money, popping bottles
Got the money, got the power
Zo the Scholar break it down
No more stems, take
Yeah why I gotta feel hollow? Damn damn
Yeah woo
Lately I been feeling like I'm hollow
Nothing left inside, no it's time to confess
I been feeling
No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity
No wondering whether this is it
Clarity, so brightly shining
The image so painfully absolute
No edges
hearse
Like I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta here and get em up outta here
roots boy fallout live
But listen,
[Chorus]
Verse 2 [Black Thought]
You see the girls look good but they brains not ready
I talk to a woman, he mind
I ain't gotta a clip full a hollow tips to put in these jerks
I might as well put in the work
Spit em up outta herre and get em up outta here
I got
It's only a breath away
One more dance before you die
So tender as the music plays
There's no emotion
Only passion in your crime
Killing
you'd stand by me
Well I'll give you a taste
Of what it feels to be two-faced
Yeah
I'm left hollow on the inside
Empty and nothing more
I'm left hollow
the mutha-(uh) till it ain't no more
We paid dues
[ VERSE 3: W.C. ]
I knew a brother who used to dress just like a faggot
Real tight jeans, some boots
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
When I look in your eyes
All I see is a husk
You soulless creature
You little dumb fuck
I got the hollow tips
I'm masked up
If you get in my way
I've said this before no matter how hard I try.
I can't stop being bored while this world passes by.
So!
These people, they just have no meaning.
shadows beg for an affair
But sharp smile makes me unsafe
So let's go and hide and tell this no one
You tip the bartender and we hide in the back
Show
mothafuckin' funk
Then bring it to the crew
So bring it on if your ass want to trip
And to this hollow-tip, bitch
Blast that ass, yes I would
Cause
Hollow tip clips
Eight ounce sip bud nips
We crack private do chips
And clock a bird off the block
Straight away from a flock
Just caught me at the bus
he carry Rugers,
34 shots I figure He only holla at the kid when there's money involved,
They pack shotguns, hollow tips, dummies and all
But me
ain't no due process
For boys that become guls or verse vica
Field niggaz control this
Pin the hollow point tip
On this gay rights activists
LeBron James
Holla my name; give me a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we even
Full of anger until there's no more
And no reason to stay, he decided to walk home, so he?
This life goes passing you by
It might go fast if you lie
You're born, you live, then you die
God I can't let my mind be trapped by enemies my own
Gots to find my inner wealth
Gots a hold of my thoughts
I can't get caught (no, no, no)
I
on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A
I want
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