Empty House Songtext
von Tipless
Empty House Songtext
I once had a man
Tell me I was good for a woman
My anatomy
Has NO effect
On my ability
Do you know what′s next
You judge and downplay everything that I do just because I don't have the same parts as you
And it′s not fair, just fuck off
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, FUCK OFF
FUCK
Belittle me, diminish me, tell me what I am
Hypocritic bitch, I don't wanna hold your hand
Undervalued, underrated, underestimated
You only see the art I make but not how it's created
And I′m selling an empty house
To a man who doesn′t exist
I am selling an empty house
Just scars, makeup, tits
You run your mouth, talkin shit, do you wanna go there
I've had you once on your knees, like you′re saying prayers
I don't wanna hear you speak, your words are irrelevant
Everybody knows you′re insecure, it's fuckin′ evident
And I'm selling an empty house
To a man who doesn't exist
I am selling an empty house
Just scars, makeup, tits
You just wanna fuck me, you don′t really wanna love me
And if you try to touch me it′d make me feel disgusting
Your egos all a fraud and your confidence is fake
Any piece of criticism you would fucking BREAK
I could let you do this to me but I won't let you do it to others
I will not make myself smaller to hide who the FUCK you are
You can tell me it′s my fault, and that his blood is on my hands
but you can't mix the blame on this one bitch
I am NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHER
This space is not a privilege
It′s my God given
RIGHT
Tell me I was good for a woman
My anatomy
Has NO effect
On my ability
Do you know what′s next
You judge and downplay everything that I do just because I don't have the same parts as you
And it′s not fair, just fuck off
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, FUCK OFF
FUCK
Belittle me, diminish me, tell me what I am
Hypocritic bitch, I don't wanna hold your hand
Undervalued, underrated, underestimated
You only see the art I make but not how it's created
And I′m selling an empty house
To a man who doesn′t exist
I am selling an empty house
Just scars, makeup, tits
You run your mouth, talkin shit, do you wanna go there
I've had you once on your knees, like you′re saying prayers
I don't wanna hear you speak, your words are irrelevant
Everybody knows you′re insecure, it's fuckin′ evident
And I'm selling an empty house
To a man who doesn't exist
I am selling an empty house
Just scars, makeup, tits
You just wanna fuck me, you don′t really wanna love me
And if you try to touch me it′d make me feel disgusting
Your egos all a fraud and your confidence is fake
Any piece of criticism you would fucking BREAK
I could let you do this to me but I won't let you do it to others
I will not make myself smaller to hide who the FUCK you are
You can tell me it′s my fault, and that his blood is on my hands
but you can't mix the blame on this one bitch
I am NOT YOUR FUCKING MOTHER
This space is not a privilege
It′s my God given
RIGHT
Writer(s): Sid Smillie, Rhylee Head Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

