The “Talkin My Shit” Written Mixtape

Track 6

Empty me
Head over heels I want to watch my pockets dog-ear 
Catching coins, soot, loose papers to the floor
I want to be hollowed
Have all sullen words, leftover fits of anger, phrases left unsaid dropped to the floor
Swept far away
So I can make room for the wholesome

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