Noah Marr - Hollow Lyrics

I get what I get lil' blam
I get what I get off the amp
I don't sing with no amp
And if I do a show it's (muffled)
I don't know which
Let the flow switched
Get more focused
That's just how biz' babe
Hit a f*cking beat like it's slow
And I move backwards like a rope

I get what I get
And I get it everyday
People in the way and it's just growing pains
It is what it is
And it ain't what it ain't
Got a full ass plate
Gotta make shit equate
I don't know about the stakes
Ain't out the been out the states want franks
On a paper chase til my ankles break
Or my fate saw a gift horse then I fainted
Well paced creative with the things that I say
Or I think
I thought I drew a blank
But I drew a full bank
And it's funny being frank
When it's adding up
Don't subtract at all
Withdrawal not declining
Symptoms are reminders
That it's easy being childish
Well at least on my end
Gotta run more miles up
Hefty with the baggage bruh
I know I'm doing work or some
Keys to the safe
Just to look up work or some
Something like a disdain being pissed at nothing
When it's all crumbling you won't catch me chopping onions
Took a piece centerpieced it
When he paint the Mona Lisa
He ain't predict it
What we do abuse it
Chew it and we spit it
Shit it
Good riddance
Licorice is what we thinking
Shit ain't sweet never was don't condone it
I had a train of thought but like the weed it's burned up smoking
Never toasting my efforts
I will when I'm inside
I want where I reside to be a damn grand homage
Grand slam load the base up sides
Never changing sides
What you think it was
Yeah it's probably that
Do not think it twice
Don't change over night
Spiked my daily life and mix my drink like suicides
It's not nice 'bout my time on my high
It last as long as I would like
Remind me petty nights filled with dreams and schemes alike
I couldn't cease it if I tried
Or so I thought until I died
When it's homies on the beat it's a likely homicide
Who remains its likely you and I
I have these humans thoughts
That are desperate but I try
I'm somewhat paralyzed
Disconnected in my mind
This life is just a trial I won't re-up by tomorrow
Dial up the demons calling
Profit tucked I think it's snug
I got things inside my noggin
And I just hit rock bottom
Hollows