
Empty Run Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Rainy days inside
When the sunshine bow down
Make a warm drink lay around
Mound on the couch, yeah
Grab a bag of bud, can this man find bliss
Does the perfect plant exist
Yes and fans all call 'em Cannabis
I think by now it'd be pretty clear
I mean reefer in the title
Near and dear to me, mostly I get a tidal
Wave of emotional fits
So I toast with each dope rip
Seems Steve French getting sociable
Hope insists
Down the land ya
Motionless, hope for this
Stop the endless cycle, it's survival
Not a hit and miss
Look at which name lies on ya title
Hella risk, but with high risk
Can come a high reward
Higher Standards livin' with
A black pen as my sword
I'mma pack up, pack up
Then my thoughts oughta
Backup, backup
Lungs start to hack up, what
Was left behind from the last cut
Inna max rut find
Cut grass, flip, have a blast
Fast as that storm pass us
But I cut too much, slipped up
And musta snipped the bottom of my bag cause
Now it's, empty
Gotta re-up
Leave nothin to chance
Circumstance breed choices
Or is it the other way around
Can sound be a chalice for my voices
Noise be direction when
I'm stumbling around the Further
Not to mention my attention
Bound by a state of fervor
Passion all around when I roll that sticky icky
Oooh weeee
Packed inna grinder want it finer
Get a tricky bricky stuck in one piece
Break buds, not to dust, gotta leave a bitta fluff
Had enough tough love trees breathe leaves
When I roll em up
Gotta have that magic touch
Light hand when the Bic erupts
Nice gram, double puffs
Give it to the left hand side kinda vibe
When I twist, getcha guts crunched
Doubled over, no sober
Stoner life got me thanking twice
Not for the lack of memory
But the centerpiece fertilize
Help ya mind grow, help the time slow down
Letcha know what I found so
When the bone back around
Hear the loud sound of the cloud come to town
I'll hack and cough, backin off
Pass baton, the class is on
This song is half pun
And half for when your
Bag empty and the joint runs