Intro (G-Spade)
Just chill to this sh** man
Relicon, gimme some dope stuff
Let me talk bout the empty rooms
Verse 1
Rooms that remind me of rewind teams of rebind feels
Space that defines me of design k**s of decline meals
Years that senile me with servile freestyle stockpile deals
Steel wheel squeals to heal the concealed newsreel re-reveal
Uh
All the Jay-Z big ambitions, drag them down
All the Eminem high risks, make them clown
Meltdown, shutdown, touchdown for the letdown town
Broken-down pieces of my rapping pronouns
Hook
Empty rooms, Empty rooms
All I see are empty rooms
Plain faces, vain bases
Angry, toughie costumes
Playing with their own minds
Twisting up their own kinds- Ah
Empty rooms, Empty rooms
All I see are empty rooms
In the empty room, In the empty rooms
All I see are empty rooms
All I see are easy fumes
All I say are fully true, Man it's fully true, it's fully true
Rooms where I was the man of the house by 13
Rooms where I fought against men by on a routine
Rooms where the tears began from codeine and chlorine
Rooms where I masked mayhem by a moaning melody- Yeah
Rooms where I saw snakes sitting in my eyes
Rooms where I saw my dad in the mirror, unclean- Yeah
I just think it's funny how things change
The punching arm is now a hugging arm, strange
Hook
Empty rooms, Empty rooms
All I see are empty rooms
Plain faces, vain bases
Angry, toughie costumes
Playing with their own minds
Twisting up their own kinds
Dragging down their own blinds
Finding out their own finds
In the empty room, In the empty rooms
All I see are empty rooms
All I see are easy fumes
All I see are eerie tombs
All I say are fully true, Man it's fully true, it's fully true
Dragging down their own blinds
Finding out their own finds