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Hollow
by Muhnee
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Hollow, hollow
Please don't feel no sorry
I think I need some rehab cuz my reefer habit's awful
Feel me? Fuel me, like your head is on a bobble
Tall dough, tall though. Hope my money stack don't topple
I know a lot of people turn their problems to a bottle
I just pray that they go turn their problems to a throttle
Throttle, throttle. Pulling off with a model
I gotta get it now, I've got no promise for tomorrow
I'm rollin round east Anchorage
The streets ain't safe, it's dangerous
You could lose your life at the stoplight
They shoot ya down and don't wanna fight
So many gone they ain't live to see tomorrow
So much pain why's the world filled with sorrow
So many tears you could fill up a bottle
When you look at the numbers its a hard fact to swallow
He go play in the streets with his gun and his ammo
Shot him in cold blood and they left him all hollow
Hollow, hollow
Please don't feel no sorry
I think I need some rehab cuz my reefer habit's awful
Feel me? Fuel me, like your head is on a bobble
Tall dough, tall though. Hope my money stack don't topple
I know a lot of people turn their problems to a bottle
I just pray that they go turn their problems to a throttle
Throttle, throttle. Pulling off with a model
I gotta get it now, I've got no promise for tomorrow
Hollow, hollow
Please don't feel no sorry
I think I need some rehab cuz my reefer habit's awful
Feel me? Fuel me, like your head is on a bobble
Tall dough, tall though. Hope my money stack don't topple
I know a lot of people turn their problems to a bottle
I just pray that they go turn their problems to a throttle
Throttle, throttle. Pulling off with a model
I gotta get it now, I've got no promise for tomorrow
I'm rollin round east Anchorage
The streets ain't safe, it's dangerous
You could lose your life at the stoplight
They shoot ya down and don't wanna fight
So many gone they ain't live to see tomorrow
So much pain why's the world filled with sorrow
So many tears you could fill up a bottle
When you look at the numbers its a hard fact to swallow
He go play in the streets with his gun and his ammo
Shot him in cold blood and they left him all hollow
Hollow, hollow
Please don't feel no sorry
I think I need some rehab cuz my reefer habit's awful
Feel me? Fuel me, like your head is on a bobble
Tall dough, tall though. Hope my money stack don't topple
I know a lot of people turn their problems to a bottle
I just pray that they go turn their problems to a throttle
Throttle, throttle. Pulling off with a model
I gotta get it now, I've got no promise for tomorrow
