Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Empty , by - Juice WRLD. Release date: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Empty |
| 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 |
| Huh, yeah |
| I’m keepin' it real, real |
| I’m keepin' it real, uh, yeah |
| Life gets tough, shit is getting real (Yeah) |
| I don’t know how to feel |
| Swallowing all these pills |
| Numb my real feels, uh |
| 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, |
| uh |
| Bein' me, I rock, PnB |
| These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ |
| These drugs acting like |
| Mosh pits 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, uh |
| Empty, I feel so goddamn empty |
| I may go rogue |
| Don’t tempt me, big bullet holes |
| Tote semi-autos |
| I ain’t suicidal |
| Only thing suicide is suicide doors |
| Fight for survival |
| Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up (Uh) |
| Hold my hand, through hell we go |
| Don’t look back, it ain’t the past no more |
| Gonna 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 livin' 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 |