Empty Road

(Verse 1)
You can have the fame, you can have the money
But that shit doesn’t really matter
You can have the game, you can have the honey’s
But that shit doesn’t really matter
You can have the world on your side
But that shit doesn’t really matter
You can keep saying that you really got it all
But none of that shit really matters
But look
That don’t mean a thing to me
That don’t mean that you be free
I be barely getting sleep
Probably once a fucking week
I don’t know what that would mean
‘Cause lately I’m tryna to just see what the fuck I should be
And how much I should leave
Tryna forget almost everything
‘Cause if I’m walking away then I’ll let this shit be
But lately it seems like

(Hook)
If I had a gun to my brain, would you even care?
Would you even come to my aid, would you be there?
I just want you now to stay and not disappear
‘Cause I’ve been down this empty road
Way to many times before

(Verse 2)
You can have the media, you can attention
But that shit doesn’t really matter
Turn into comedians, cherish your possessions
But that shit doesn’t really matter
You can hit the clubs all the time
But that shit doesn’t really matter
You can be rich man, you can be poor
But none of that shit really matters
‘Cause damn
I’m only taking my advice so I don’t fuck up with my life
Struggle almost every time
Never really satisfied
I ain’t ever seem to mind
But shit when the time comes and the clock stops
And there’s nowhere to hide
Maybe you’ll see what it’s like to live in a life
Where I feel I’m pressured to die
But lately sometimes it

(Hook)
If I had a gun to my brain, would you even care?
Would you even come to my aid, would you be there?
I just want you now to stay and not disappear
‘Cause I’ve been down this empty road
Way to many times before