the bell That used to say you?ve come to call once more The beginning?s begun, the beginning of loneliness Just look around and you?ll see an empty chair
the dog bark I turn and say "what were you saying? " I picture you in the red chair Inside the pale room Dreamin', I'm always dreamin' You sat in your chair
hang from the wall I hear the dog bark I turned and say, "what were you saying?" I pictured you in the red chair inside the pale room You sat in your chair
got you feeling so official though I let you referee, just let your whistle blow I'm never out of bounds, I'm on a higher ground I'm never empty handed
got you feeling so official though I let you referee, just let your whistle blow I?m never out of bounds, I?m on a higher ground I?m never empty handed
to show, show business Wouldn't have it any other way Got some people lining up for seven days before you come But then your house is full of empty chairs
sure enough Cause I aint f-cking lazy If teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I smoked In my chair, in my
Maybe tomorrow I won't come home maybe you won't even care At seven you'll throw a kiss toward the door and smile at my empty chair For there's nothing
and boats, mansion homes and hopes, I deserve 'em both Overdose, time to earn my votes, watch me turn the volts Voltage through a hater, this electric chair
they send, get hit up I dump the Calico and let off fifty in a jiffy Is ya gonna ride? (Sho' nuff) If them niggaz try ya, pull a homicide (Sho' nuff) Empty
, it's all too real The room was full, the sky was black The bathroom, hear a crack, wolves roam in packs In the dinin' room, the chair rock back and
scripture Tone be that nigga, I belong in the ficture Very necessary that my robes is furry Picture me, in the King's chair blowin' on bark Before queens
solo, the name just ain't the U-Ac No mo', still together Like in the ghetto photo wit one nigga in the chair Holdin liquor in despair, gang signs in
do, And what I gotta do Is work and flip a dolla'. Ain't got no trophies But I got a shelf of empty liquor bottles. Not an alcoholic but alcohol it, Can
tree in the back and got on my rooftop with my 22, It's hot with little pops, Started bustin off shots aimin all at the sky, I emptied out the gun bustin
climbed up the tree in the back and got on my rooftop with my 22, It's hot with little pops, Started bustin off shots aimin all at the sky, I emptied
big old Gibson and a pickup truck And Shenandoah eyes And I remember him sitting in that local bar Where I earned my pay each night Singing my songs to empty chairs
Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him