Juice WRLD - Empty lyrics

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 goddamn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
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Huh, yeah i'm keepin' it real, real
I'm keepin' it real, uh, yeah
Life gets tough, shit is getting real (yeah)
I don't know how to feel
Swallowing all these pills
Numb my real feels, uh 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, uh
Bein' me, I rock, PnB
These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ
These drugs acting like
Mosh pit's 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, uh
Empty, I feel so goddamn 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 dope up (Uh)
Hold my hand, through hell we go
Don't look back, it ain't the past no more
Gonna get to the racks
All them niggas want war
Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls
Exhale depression as the wind blows
These are the laws of livin' in vogue
We're perfectly imperfect children
Rose from the dust
All of us are on a mission
Never gave a fuck
Really came from rags to riches
Now we live it up
Driving with the rooftop missin'
I don't give a fuck
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 goddamn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
Tote semi-autos