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"Empty." - Juice WRLD

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 09:41 pm

Album: Death Race For Love (Bonus Track Version)

Track No: 01

From the unknown
I ran away, I don't think I'm comin' back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem-solve with styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul
Uh, empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue, don't tempt me
Big bullet holes, tote semi-autos
Uh, yeah, I'm keepin' it real, real
I'm keepin' it real
Uh, yeah, life gets tough, shit is getting real
Yeah, I don't know how to feel
Swallowing all these pills
Numb my real feels
Uh, devil standing here tryna make a deal, uh
It ain't no deal, feel like I'm goin' crazy, but still, it took a lot to get me here
Losing my sanity up in a house on the hills, hills, hills
I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still
Uh, bein' me, I rock PnB
These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ
These drugs actin' like mosh pits, squishin' me
Oh my! Oh me! How they kill me slowly
Lonely, I've been gettin' no peace
OD, feel like overdosing
Lowkey, I've been looking for signs
But all I can find is the sign of the times
From the unknown
I ran away, I don't think I'm comin' back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem-solve with styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul
Uh, empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue, don't tempt me
Big bullet holes, tote semi-autos
I ain't suicidal
Only thing suicide is suicide doors
Fight for survival
Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up
Hold my hand, through hell we go
Don't look back, it ain't the past no more
Gonna get to them racks, all them **** want war
Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls
Exhale depression as the wind blows
These are the laws of living in vogue
We're perfectly imperfect children
Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission
Never gave a fuck, really came from rags to riches
Now we live it up, drivin' with the rooftop missin'
I don't give a fuck, really came from rags to riches
Now I live it up, drivin' with the rooftop missin'
From the unknown
I ran away, I don't think I'm comin' back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem-solve with styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul
Uh, empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue, don't tempt me
Big bullet holes, tote semi-autos

Writer(s): Jarad Higgins & Nick Mira.

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