Lyrics Hollow - Azekel

Hollow

Young, rich and famous
This one’s for you
This one’s for you
This one’s for you
I wrote this about…
I’m so cold, I’m so cold
That big hole where my heart is to be… Is filled with pain
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) yeah yeah (Yeah yeah)
I’m riding so low
I’ve turned all of my friends to my foes
Is this the end?
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) yeah (yeah yeah)
The dark’s too close to comfort
And your light’s too far to hold
Is this a curse of all this wealth?
I’m so low
This ain’t how we used to be
So, I smoke my smoke
And I drink my drink
And I party six to seven days a week
I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, ha-ha-hollow
Lot’s of money I got
Lot’s of women I’m seeing
But when I’m alone, I cry myself to sleep
I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, ha-ha-hollow
These drugs got me feeling like the greatest
Like Kurt Cobain in his prime
The internet says I’m dead by 27
'Cause all the sex, drugs and violence
The sun don’t even shine no more
And blind the city, because of me
All 'round us they be, dark, dark clouds
This be the life of the young, rich and famous
The darks is too close to comfort
And your light is too far to hold
Is this a curse of all this wealth?
I’m so low
This ain’t how we used to be
So, I smoke my smoke
And I drink my drink
And I party six to seven days a week
I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, ha-ha-hollow
Lot’s of money I got
Lot’s of women I’m seeing
But when I’m alone, I cry myself to sleep
I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, ha-ha-hollow
Money, drugs, lust, and sadness
This a bad mixture in my mind
But I did it all to get away from the madness
Lord that can’t be a crime?
(Right?)
Funding all these bad habits
Is this a curse of all this wealth
I’m so low (I'm so low, I’m so low, I’m so low)
Yeah
So, I smoke my smoke
And I drink my drink
And I party six to seven days a week
I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, ha-ha-hollow
Lot’s of money I got
Lot’s of women I’m seeing
But when I’m alone, I cry myself to sleep
I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, ha-ha-hollow
This ain’t how we used to be
This ain’t how we used to be
Damn right
We used to be rich kids, but we were rich at heart, yeah
Lord knows it’s true
This ain’t how we used to be
We used to be rich kids (Yeah), but we were rich at heart, yeah
So I smoke my smoke
And I drink my drink
And I party six to seven days a week
I’m hollow, that’s my story, sweet Jesus help me
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Sweet Jesus help us
I’m hollow, hollow, hollow, ha-ha-hollow