Empty bags

There we we were,

chillin, vibin

the music was thumpin, the bass was bumpin

passed me the bag and I did my line, couldn’t feel my face, couldnt feel my face

movin and grinding, and

got caught up in the feels ,

, and all I said was , ah shit, empty bags make me sad .

That crave came back,

reached for the bag and , ahhh shit… empty bags make me sad , ah shit empty bags make sad

Everywhere we looked ground scores for days, all the bags were empty , And ah shit

Empty bags make me sad, ah , shit empty bags make sad