Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vacant, artist - James Colt. Album song Loneson, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Timeless Tomorrow
Song language: English
Vacant |
| Wake up in the morning and I’m vacant |
| Lord don’t take my soul when I’m forsaken |
| Back against the wall, I’m 'bout to break it |
| Catch me if I fall and I can’t take it |
| I don’t think we’ll make it |
| I don’t think we’ll make it |
| (I can’t make it) |
| Feeling lost on the path I’ve been paving |
| Sick of lying, feel like dying, no more faking |
| Someone get me the fuck up out of this basement |
| Don’t even know if I’ma make it |
| Blacked out, now I’m laying on the pavement |
| Slowed down, yeah, I can’t hear what you’re saying |
| I fall apart, I can feel my body breaking |
| But if you want to me to |
| I could stay home like I always do |
| Stuck in my head, I hope I make it through |
| I’m stuck in my head, I hope you make it too |
| Wake up in the morning and I’m vacant |
| Lord don’t take my soul when I’m forsaken |
| Back against the wall, I’m 'bout to break it |
| Catch me if I fall and I can’t take it |
| I don’t think we’ll make it |
| I don’t think we’ll make it |
| (I can’t make it) |
| Feeling lost on the path I’ve been paving |
| She wanna sleep in but her pills on a timer |
| Wanna make friends, think they all will define her |
| Think she with a poet but she really with a rhymer |
| I will be a prophet, quit my job at the diner |
| Wanna dig deep but my team we are climbers |
| Wanna live my dreams but I can’t get behind her |
| Nothing’s what it seems, on the beach with a dime |
| Counting money in my sleep so you know I’m feeling fine, yeah |
| Wake up in the morning and I’m vacant |
| Lord don’t take my soul when I’m forsaken |
| Back against the wall, I’m 'bout to break it |
| Catch me if I fall and I can’t take it |
| Wake up in the morning and I’m popping just like bacon |
| If I want that shit then I’ma take it |
| Thinking that you know me boy, you must be mistaken |
| Nah, I don’t fuck with none that fake shit |
| I’ma get that cheque run it up, yuh |
| Now you know I never gave a fuck, nah |
| They lining up to say wassup now |
| But I can’t talk I’m on a comedown |
| Wake up in the morning and I’m vacant |
| Lord don’t take my soul when I’m forsaken |
| Back against the wall, I’m 'bout to break it |
| Catch me if I fall and I can’t take it |
| I don’t think we’ll make it |
| I don’t think we’ll make it |
| (I can’t make it) |
| Feeling lost on the path I’ve been paving |
| Sick of lying, feel like dying, no more faking |
| Someone get me the fuck up out of this basement |
| All this shit just don’t make sense |
| Without dollars, without cents |
| Let me talk, let me vent now |
| All this shit just don’t make sense |
| I’m staring up at that fence |
| 'Cause heaven look like a penthouse |