Artist: | Marco Brando (English) |
User: | Marco Brando |
Duration: | 130 seconds |
Delay: | 12 seconds |
Chord names: | Not defined |
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Comment: | - |
Hollow
I got a whole lotta love but I still feel hollow
Got a whole lotta drugs but its nothing there’s nothing I can swallow (the girls seem to follow)
Don’t know what’s wrong with this brain someone tell me cuz I can’t explain
I Got a whole lotta love but I still feel Hollow two
I got a whole lotta love
But I still feel hollow
I don’t know what it does
But your touch makes me follow
I Just can’t get you out my head
Before you left with the words you said
Gotta whole lotta love but I still feel hollow
I’m beginning to think I’ll never shake this feelin
Whole lotta drank and a whole lotta reasons
Whole lotta friends but I never get see em
Whole lotta times I just pretend I don’t need em
Papa says boy when you gon learn?
How many times am I gon find you in the dirt?
I say I’ve grown to likin a little hurt
I don’t know why it’s how I feel
Picking myself up from the pain
Don’t need an umbrella cuz I wanna feel the rain
You could say I’m crazy but I never said I’m sane
Just know I’m always here to entertain
Don’t know who I am if I didn’t
Skin so pale you could see your face in it
Change who I am just for a minute
I don’t know why but this is how I feel
I got a whole lotta love
But I still feel hollow
I don’t know what it does
But your touch makes me follow
I Just can’t get you out my head
Before you left with the words you said
Gotta whole lotta love but I still feel hollow
I remember a time I wasn’t empty
Had you on my arm didn’t need nothin to help me
Now I smoke a dub and I ain’t been living healthy
Wonder if it’s ever gonna change
Don’t know who I am till I’m livin
But somehow this high feels a little different
Guess it’s cuz I went from smoking the herb now I’m drugged out on the doctors pills
Now I get caught up in my thought
Having trouble praying cuz Im not sure there’s a God
People looking at me and there saying that I’m odd
But I’m just tired of playing in their game
What’s the smell coming from the kitchen
If I had bread I would feed all the pigeons
But I don’t so no one will listen till I’m rich and I get them dollar bills