empty

[Chorus]
Friday nights in the city
Hide my face in the smoke, now you cannot see me
I'm awake but I'm dreamin'
I'm up early and they sleepin' on me
And I'm up now and she still tryna call me
On the phone and she say that she ballin'
On the plane, you know that I'm ballin'
No, I ain't talking no spaldin'

[Verse]
Don't know why they hate on me
Snowman, cocaine on me
Fucked up at the rave off E
Back stage, yeah, I get in for free
Groupie bitches tryna follow me
What you want? You know it's all on me
I feel like a hollow tree
On the inside, you know that I'm empty
On the inside, you know that I'm empty
Bitches on me, you know I got many
I make money now, you know that I'm spending
My whole life fucked up, yeah, it's endin'
My whole life fucked up, yeah, it's endin'
My whole life fucked up
My whole life fucked up, yeah, it's endin'
My whole life fucked up
My whole life fucked up, I don't care though
Prada's laced up, yeah, I wear those
In the same spot like a scarecrow
I know life isn't fair, bro
My bitch is hot but I'm so cold
In my back pocket, yeah, I keep a snow globe
Wanna be alone so I isolate
Drugs in my stomach make me feel great
I don't feel love, I don't feel hate
I know I fucked up, I made a mistake
It was never chance, it was always fate
In the mist, I evaporate

[Chorus]
Friday nights in the city
Hide my face in the smoke, now you cannot see me
I'm awake but I'm dreamin'
I'm up early and they sleepin' on me
And I'm up now and she still tryna call me
On the phone and she say that she ballin'
On the plane, you know that I'm ballin'
No, I ain't talking no spal—