Empty - Schaffer The Darklord

Another Friday at home again

Gettin' fucked up all alone again

I’mma check my phone again

I put out these feelers to three dealers, sweet healers

No, no, no, no bleep-bleebers

Feelin' good about my life choices

I’ve got the right poisons

To silence these night voices

And frightening noises

I don’t fear 'em, I don’t hear 'em, I ain’t near 'em

They appear, I’m fillin' up the void that I’m avoidin' here

Empty bottles, empty baggies, empty wallet, empty hands

Empty pockets, empty promises, and I’m an empty man

Yeah, now I’m gettin' pissed off

Can’t open this fuckin' twist-off

Wanna burn some bridges, crossin' this list off

Try to think about my enemies, I don’t remember

In a moment of clarity, regret making The Bender

It was a cry for help, you fuckers just laughed at it

What’cha gonna do, not support me?

Fuck it, have at it

I don’t need you, I just need a sedative

It’s better since they stopped callin' it partyin', now it’s medicine

Empty bottles, empty baggies, empty wallet, empty hands

Empty headed, empty promises, empty glasses, empty cans

Empty bottles, empty baggies, wallet, hands

I’m an empty goddamn man

(You know what I mean, man? It’s…

Don’t you fucking fade out on me, motherfucker

I’m still talking, you son of bitch.

You’re drunk.)