Yeah I'm empty

Yeah I'm empty

Making tunes everyday

When I'm thinking of your face

I don't care what they say

I'mma do it my way

Make a rap track

Attack rap

Or something mad

Or something sad

Or make a sound to break you down

Or mess around with something loud

And I'm killing everything I make

I really think I need a break

Don't know how much more I will take

I'm getting bored of all the hate

People always acting fake

Friends hate to my face

It's just what I gotta face

Exaggerating for the song

I love my friends, don't get me wrong

But some people feel strong

And these days get pretty long

I love making these tunes

They're what help me get through

I make songs to vibe to

So people know what I do

Just being honest

This music stuff, I'm on it

No one ever wants it

But yeah, I still brought it

Writing down mnemonics

Feeling pain. it's chronic

One day I'll make a profit

I'll treat it like a contest

Yeah I'm empty

I want to leave

I can't breathe

And I can't feel

Yeah I'm empty

Yeah I'm empty

Woah