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Empty by The Artist Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2015

[Hook]
Oooooh, every time, I fall in love
I know it won't be enough
Cause my heart is like an empty box

And, oooooh, why do I feel so lost?
I can’t find a simple thought
So empty ‘till the day I’m gone
Oooh…

[Verse 1]
I fall in love, yea, that's my damn problem
Feelings go wild when I see a girl, I can't stop them
Hey beautiful stranger, think you can fill my heart? I don't
I can't afford your dreams baby girl, cause I'm broke

But maybe I spoke, a bit too quickly
Cause you're looking at me, did I just see you winking?
I'm thinking that this could be a romance story
With corny compliments and kisses, in all its glory
No need to hurry we’ll get married in the next month
Give me your number, you'll get details via text hun
You'll be the best mom how many do you want?
(Shhh) No need to talk now, we got a lot of time, to bond

And then just like a truth bomb I'm back to reality
She's looking scared, apparently I've been staring, geez
It's your fault, with those eyes that you sent me
I'm meant to be alone, so don't tempt me empty

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I see this girl on vine, and she’s so beautiful
If I got to meet her, that’d be a freaking miracle
I really wanna be with you, not just a lover (no)
I feel like we could learn a bunch, from each other

And you’re funny, did I forget to mention that
You got my attention fast, by shaking that amazing ass
And I don’t mean it like those guys, in the club
I don’t wanna see you strip, just dancing, is enough

Cause you’re hot as fuck, I’m not gonna tell lies
Don’t you blink girl, I wanna look in them eyes
Yea the world’s got problems, I don’t care about those things
As long as I can hold onto you, like a nose ring
But that’s a broken dream, I won’t meet you
Outside of my phone, hah, I don’t see you
If I could just chat with ya, that’d be a start
But my inbox is empty, just like that thing I call my heart (argh)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Enough about girls, there’s other things in my life
Like the fact most of the time, I can’t write
I hate it, this is the only thing I love to do
And then my brain’s just like “Hmm, I’m gonna fuck with you”

So I’m often staring at a blank page, empty
This is my priority, so I don’t seem, friendly
But man, those days where the words just flow
That’s the best thing I know, even better than pizza bro

“So oh no, here he goes, talking problems and stuff
Even his rhymes sucks” what you got a problem you fuck?
You want dope rhymes? Then I give you some beast shit
Eat your own words you monster, like faeces

You bitches better be ready to run and hide
Cause I’m gonna fuck you all when I come inside
I’m not empty anymore, that’s how this EP started
My music is like STD, hah, you got it!?
[Hook x2]