Empty (Explicit) - Juice WRLD

Lyrics by：Jarad Higgins/Nick Mira

Composed by：Jarad Higgins/Nick Mira

From the unknown

I ran away I don't think I'm coming back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way just the wrong way I know

I problem solve with Styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul uh

Empty I feel so god**** empty

I may go rogue

Don't tempt me big bullet holes

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Oh yeah uh

Keepin' it real real uh

Keepin' it real uh yeah

Life gets tough **** is getting real

I don't know how to feel

Swallowing all these pills

Know my real feels

Devil standing here

Tryna' make a deal uh

It ain't no deals

Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me here

Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills hills hills

I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still still still

Bein' me I rock PnB

These hoes actin' like gossip TMZ

These *** acting like

Moshpits squishing me

Oh my oh me how they kill me slowly

Lonely I been gettin' no peace

OD feel like overdosing

Low key I been looking for the signs

But all I can find is a sign of the times

From the unknown

I ran away I don't think I'm coming back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way just the wrong way I know

I problem solve with Styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul oh

Empty I feel so god**** empty

I may go rogue

Don't tempt me big bullet holes

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I ain't suicidal

Only thing suicide is suicide doors

Fight for survival

Gotta keep hope up rolling good ** up

Hold my hand through hell we go

Don't look back it ain't the past no more

Gon' get to the racks all them n***as want war

I was put here to lead the lost souls

Exhale depression as the wind blows

These are the laws of living in vogue

We're perfectly imperfect children

Raised from the dust all of us are on a mission

Never gave a **** really came from rags to riches

Now we live it up driving with the rooftop missin'

I don't give a **** really came from rags to riches

Now I live it up driving with the rooftop missin'

From the unknown

I ran away I don't think I'm coming back home

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Like a crawlspace it's a dark place I roam

Ain't no right way just the wrong way I know

I problem solve with Styrofoam

My world revolves around a black hole

The same black hole that's in place of my soul uh

Empty I feel so god**** empty

I may go rogue

Don't tempt me big bullet holes

Tote semi-autos