Lungz - Empty Cup Lyrics
AlrightYeah, alrightGourmet treats in expensive trayI try to stop but I know I can'tThe room is spinning I'mma need some spaceI should've been there but I'm probably lateMy mom always say learn to be greatNiggas don't hate like how much you makeSome niggas is real, some niggas is fakeWait, I bow my head to prayFor that root of evil 'cause it feeds you like I need youI still pray to God, tell me how that coincideIt's hard as *****, I'm on the block with that Sharon StoneThey trap all night 'cause they can't go comeBoy dead and gone for a case of PerignonIf I die, meet me at my funeralChipping black hearse, row girlsAnd you know that that roof gonna be chopped off'Cause really I'm too cold for thisSo get me what I'm supposed to getAnd I don't know nobody shitThis ain't what I'm offeringSaid I play this rap, they love me then, they gonna hate me nowLook at the look on my faceThey look away, can't even look at my faceNiggas ain't sick till there's more on my plateThey can't get away, they running awayGet a whole fifth fore that train kill meI'mma ride out till my cup emptyGet a whole fifth fore that train kill meI'mma ride out till my cup emptyGet a whole fifth fore that train kill meI'mma ride out till my cup emptyGot a real ***** that don't dreamEx girls and my old dreamsI stray cook, she a dope fiendWe riding dirty, sipping codeineHard gettings with exotic seasLoose cash and hard liquorI'm doing me, ***** y'all niggasI was born in it, I know I ain't from the hardest blockBut it taught a lotThe neighbors watched and they talk a lotDT post in the parking lotI know you love it but I never stopFlashes up for my real niggas, toast up for my real *****esMiddle fingers to them ***** niggas'Cause I don't really trust niggasYou said I sold my soul for greedI probably won't believe youYou don't see through what I see throughYou say you don't but you need toBrought windshield on my vehicleCruise control, don't lose controlI ride along, windows up with that music upIn my zoneI just hope they bring my niggas homeCross over to where the grass is greenMoney's good, champagne bigAnd I never give a ***** what y'all thinkNightmares with drained girlsI'm so far from my dream worldI'm too drunk but I won't earlGet a whole fifth fore that train kill meI'mma ride out till my cup emptyGet a whole fifth fore that train kill meI'mma ride out till my cup empty
