Lyrics Empty - Schaffer The Darklord

Empty

Another Friday at home again
Gettin' fucked up all alone again
I’mma check my phone again
I put out these feelers to three dealers, sweet healers
No, no, no, no bleep-bleebers
Feelin' good about my life choices
I’ve got the right poisons
To silence these night voices
And frightening noises
I don’t fear 'em, I don’t hear 'em, I ain’t near 'em
They appear, I’m fillin' up the void that I’m avoidin' here
Empty bottles, empty baggies, empty wallet, empty hands
Empty pockets, empty promises, and I’m an empty man
Yeah, now I’m gettin' pissed off
Can’t open this fuckin' twist-off
Wanna burn some bridges, crossin' this list off
Try to think about my enemies, I don’t remember
In a moment of clarity, regret making The Bender
It was a cry for help, you fuckers just laughed at it
What’cha gonna do, not support me?
Fuck it, have at it
I don’t need you, I just need a sedative
It’s better since they stopped callin' it partyin', now it’s medicine
Empty bottles, empty baggies, empty wallet, empty hands
Empty headed, empty promises, empty glasses, empty cans
Empty bottles, empty baggies, wallet, hands
I’m an empty goddamn man
(You know what I mean, man? It’s…
Don’t you fucking fade out on me, motherfucker
I’m still talking, you son of bitch.
You’re drunk.)