
Empty Wishes Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Sometimes, I lose track of time, yeah I can't manage it
I forget what's important and start to panic again
Look, I ain't manic, the devil just got me branded
Demons in my head and I can't stand it
I can't just sit down, and allow myself to bully me and push me around
A whole lot of kush, some pounds, a whole lot of cash
I had a whole lot of ass, and I spun a lot of bags
And I spin a lot of heads, a lot of time I wake up in the morning
Wishing I was dead, wishing I was dead
I'm empty, but I ain't taking actions, it's empty wishes instead
I'm empty, but I ain't taking actions, yeah, it's empty wishes instead
Say I'ma change, but I don't do a goddamn thing
I play the same old song, doing the same old rhymes
The same fucking dance with the same devil
The same pace, and we grabbing each other's waist
Pulling ourselves into one another until we staring at each other's face
The same old ways, and the same finish line
We never seem to be able to cross, and speaking of crosses
Yeah, I'm a bad mind, a functional addict
But being responsible, dog, I'm really bad at it
Bad apple, ex-con, and a drug addict
Plug habits, extravagant
Mama said I was a happy accident
I wasn't planning, that's why I can't plan
Should've stick to a plan whenever he plans it
Don't understand it, cause I ain't from this planet
And I won't explain shit to you
I'm out, throwing up, no peace sign
Fuck you, I'm talking peas, and I ain't talking soup
Had to live laced up, boy, walking in the mud
Talking about that boot, I fuck with taxes and guns
Piss and bad bitch nudes
I don't fuck with bitches or bitch ass dudes
Sometimes, I lose track of time
Yeah, I can't manage it, I forget
What's important, and start to panic again
Look, I ain't manic, the devil just got me branded
Demons in my head, and I can't stand it
I can't just sit down, and I let myself to bully me
And push me around, a whole lot of kush
Some pounds, a whole lot of cash
I had a whole lot of ass, and I spun a lot of bags
And I spin a lot of heads
A lot of time, I wake up in the morning
Wishing I was dead, wishing I was fed
I'm empty, but I ain't taking actions
It's empty, which is instead
I'm empty, but I ain't taking actions
Yeah, it's empty, which is instead