the road nobody on the beach I feel it in the air the summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets the sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house
made have gone a stray The day that should be filled with laughter Will only be another day The little house we planned together Is empty now without
plans I made have gone a - stray, The day that should be filled with laughter, Will only be another day. Second chorus The little house we planned to - gether, Is empty
road, nobody on the beach I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets, the sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house
under the Polo, a lot of y'all is homos Funny style niggas never down with me Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee I'll empty your house,
insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss test I grew up in a house full of empty stomachs While other
so many times That I call it my home I chill with thugs and hoods Never seen alone I gotta do what I gotta do Fearin' no stranger Label me danger Packin' no thing with an empty
school Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool Empty refrigerator Family chew up now an laters No tv, just me there and the mc No gas, electric work The house
shit. Ain't nobody did shit for my 'causezin. Where dem niggaz at dat said dey'd put it all on da line? 'cause nigga... only a child could empty a gun
the scream of the butterfly sunshine in the house of flames she loves it where she gets it but it's never felt the same surgery, in the house of dissection
can turn it all around Get rid of those empty glances and empty sighs Or tears of longing will fill your eyes And in this house of broken dreams love
ready to attack, Another sip of .. before we both just slip on out the back. Uh oh did I go to far, now I'm wakin up alone in an empty house, Lookin
Jim was thinkin' to himself "Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights
feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets The sun goes down alone I'm drivin' by your house Though I know you're not at
Blew out the candlelight Brought the night to my house I invited it inside Let it conquer my mirror Read my books and laughed In a locked room I kept
six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house
stuff that I received when I wasn't receivin' it's like thanks for the lights that ain't on thanks for the food that's gone and my stomach's tight empty