It’s Worth Feeling Empty <3 - 6 Dogs

Pretty Pacc
Worth feeling empty
Inside of tinted Bentleys
Why you always mad at me?

Shorty called shotgun, I’m riding in the backseat
I’m always in the backseat, swear it’s like a taxi
Why’d you have to play me? I’m done playing happy
Your love was fake, always stuck in your fantasy
Stories end in tragedy, I won’t go out sadly
That’s all for you, ’cause you treated me badly
Now I’m stacking Benji’s inside of tinted Bentleys
A hole where my heart was, it’s worth feeling empty

Take a jet to Japan, ’cause you’re not in Japan
I hope you move on, but I don’t know if you can
I’m riding on the interstate, ’cause I ain’t got no plans
I’m just tryna elevate, don’t care where I land
That’s not it, poison covered lips
I really took a risk when I lean in for that kiss
Can’t believe you switched, you say you wanted kids
It all makes sense, poison covered lips

I’m sorry I left you, but you left me no choice
After all I’ve been through, now I’m floating in the void
But I can see the stars now, and they shining so bright
I might cop a new grill, ’cause I can finally

Shorty called shotgun, I’m riding in the backseat
I’m always in the backseat, swear it’s like a taxi
Why’d you have to play me? I’m done playing happy
Your love was fake, always stuck in your fantasy
Stories end in tragedy, I won’t go out sadly
That’s all for you, ’cause you treated me badly
Now I’m stacking Benji’s inside of tinted Bentleys
A hole where my heart was, it’s worth feeling empty

Fine feeling empty, sauce, got plenty
Now I got the recipe, I’m done with the backseat
Fine feeling empty, sauce, got plenty
Now I got the recipe, I’m done with the backseat
I already told you, you should find a new dude
You should find a new dude
I’m racing on the freeway, racks on a new coupe
Trying to forget you

I’m sorry I left you, but you left me no choice
After all I’ve been through, now I’m floating in the void
But I can see the stars now, and they shining so bright
I might cop a new grill, ’cause I can finally

Shorty called shotgun, I’m riding in the backseat
I’m always in the backseat, swear it’s like a taxi
Why’d you have to play me? I’m done playing happy
Your love was fake, always stuck in your fantasy
Stories end in tragedy, I won’t go out sadly
That’s all for you, ’cause you treated me badly
Now I’m stacking Benji’s inside of tinted Bentleys
A hole where my heart was, it’s worth feeling empty