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