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letra de empty - semtexxx

[intro]
and i still remember, i smoked me a blunt, i was only one hour out rehab
what you been smoking, i’m puffing on strong
all the sh-t that you do be on decaf
came from the bottom, talk sh-t, i’ma stomp ’em
got blood on my shoes, where his team at?
back on bullsh-t, i hit him with full clips, i call that a motherf-ckin’ relapse
and i still remember, i smoked me a blunt, i was only one hour out rehab
what you been smoking, i’m puffing on strong
all the sh-t that you do be on decaf
came from the bottom, talk sh-t, i’ma stomp ’em
got blood on my shoes, where his team at?
back on bullsh-t, i hit him with full clips, i call that a motherf-ckin’ relapse

[verse]
bad habits, i’m just tryna get through days
wherе no one even f-ckin’ carеs, they’ll all be dancing on my grave
and i’ve been staying by myself, said i’ve been staying in my lane
and i do not give a f-ck about you, stay up out the way, like
no elon, ’boutta show you how a rocket feel
and i’ve been stompin’ on his head like we was playing on a soccer field
and i could give a f-ck ’bout your opinion, said f-ck what all the people feel
i said, “b-tch, i hate ’em all, don’t give a f-ck,” i had to keep it real
okay, yes, i must admit, i don’t forget unless i am not motherf-ckin’ sober
walk in the room, i got nothing to prove
i got gas in my pockets creating a motherf-ckin’ odor
f-ck out my face, i got racks, b-tch
when i talk, i don’t stop ’til it’s motherf-ckin’ over
he got no clarity, make him a charity, take all his organs, i do that boy up like a donor
lately, i don’t even wanna die no more
i was working in the night until my eyes got sore
keep a pistol by my side, if you wanna fight, my sword
see the demon in my eyes, don’t wanna hide no more, ayy
going through my phone, i hide my wh0res
why you talking on the net? don’t wanna type no more
and i’ve been goin’ in the dark, can’t see the light no more
poppin’ pills up in the back to see how high i soar
[hook]
i feel so empty, i feel so empty
i feel so empty, i feel so empty
i feel so empty, i feel so empty
i feel so empty, i feel so empty

[outro]
pull up, ’boutta show you how the water feel
i’ve been swinging both, my fist can call me “holyfield”
p-ssy b-tch, i’m boutta p-ss up on your f-ckin’ grave
p-ssy b-tch don’t even know what to say
he don’t even know what gang to f-ckin’ claim
i’ma stay up in my own motherf-ckin’ lane
p-ssy b-tch, i said stay up out the f-ckin’ way
got yo’ b-tch, and she giving me some f-ckin’ brain
i got one shot, two shot, three shot, four
you don’t know what to do, we pull up at your door, ayy
i got one shot, two shot, three shot, four
i can’t feel my face, i think i need some motherf-ckin’ more, ayy

- semtexxx

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