Empty Wishes

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