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hollow. Video (MV)




Performed By: Ozzy Allan
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Austin Oesterling




Ozzy Allan - hollow. Lyrics




(skee!) Yea!
Lock my heart, yea I can't describe
(skee!) Ugh
Lock my heart, yea I can't describe
(skee!) Yuh, yuh, ugh, yea!
(skee!) Ugh
Lock my heart, yea I can't describe
Lock my, lock my, yea
She locked my heart, bro I can't describe
Need me a girl, who can hold my vibe
Like long shit, for the ride or die
And she move so wild, like its ride or die
One more go, baby I got time
Movin' in silence, black and white
Talk my shit, let it bang my speaker
Shoutout my brothers, yea, the 619
Like uh, like, like uh
Why did you pick up a mf tie?
Ozzy is not like no regular guy
She like her stomach, but I like the side
Walk with a limp, Imma give her some ice
(shake that, shake that)
Shake it like rolling a dice, yea
Lost in the way that I like it

You thought It'd never notice (the way that you creeping!)
You thought It'd never notice (yea, all of your secrets) (Yuh, uh)
Money keep everyone feeding, yea (Uh huh)
But never can keep them from feening, yea (Uh huh)
F*ckin with no more intention, yea (Uh huh)
I think I'm better off leaving it (Uh huh)
Tryna be a man, with a soul so hollow
Drink away your pain, but you done ran the whole bottle
Life get so insane, keep it gunning full throttle
Could really use some water cause this pill is hard to swallow

Keeping it moving, in style of comet
Cause money don't matter when everything solid
Gassing us up in to promoting a product
No affect on me, Ozzy too cold hearted
Yea, your love is faded
Like on gram, make a love one hated
Got a gun shot wound for somebody that's waiting
And f*ck old news, when did yall start dating
Ooh, flip my table, yea, f*ck the waiter
Caught red handed, bruh, I'm just a painter
Your slate was good, can you make that faker
And rage all night, in the day get paper
Yea, hit that shit, make it sound like (skee!)
Yea, my shit make hits, I'm still like (skee!)
Can't process none of this like (Uh huh)
Butter her face in the snow like (ski!)

You thought It'd never notice (the way that you creeping!)
You thought It'd never notice (yea, all of your secrets) (Yuh, uh)
Money keep everyone feeding, yea (Uh huh)
But never can keep them from feening, yea (Uh huh)
F*ckin with no more intention, yea (Uh huh)
I think I'm better off leaving it (Uh huh)
Tryna be a man, with a soul so hollow
Drink away your pain, but you done ran the whole bottle
Life get so insane, keep it gunning full throttle
Could really use some water cause this pill is hard to swallow

(Where does ya creep at?)
(What is your secrets)
(Yea)
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(skee!) Yea!
Lock my heart, yea I can't describe
(skee!) Ugh
Lock my heart, yea I can't describe
(skee!) Yuh, yuh, ugh, yea!
(skee!) Ugh
Lock my heart, yea I can't describe
Lock my, lock my, yea
She locked my heart, bro I can't describe
Need me a girl, who can hold my vibe
Like long shit, for the ride or die
And she move so wild, like its ride or die
One more go, baby I got time
Movin' in silence, black and white
Talk my shit, let it bang my speaker
Shoutout my brothers, yea, the 619
Like uh, like, like uh
Why did you pick up a mf tie?
Ozzy is not like no regular guy
She like her stomach, but I like the side
Walk with a limp, Imma give her some ice
(shake that, shake that)
Shake it like rolling a dice, yea
Lost in the way that I like it

You thought It'd never notice (the way that you creeping!)
You thought It'd never notice (yea, all of your secrets) (Yuh, uh)
Money keep everyone feeding, yea (Uh huh)
But never can keep them from feening, yea (Uh huh)
F*ckin with no more intention, yea (Uh huh)
I think I'm better off leaving it (Uh huh)
Tryna be a man, with a soul so hollow
Drink away your pain, but you done ran the whole bottle
Life get so insane, keep it gunning full throttle
Could really use some water cause this pill is hard to swallow

Keeping it moving, in style of comet
Cause money don't matter when everything solid
Gassing us up in to promoting a product
No affect on me, Ozzy too cold hearted
Yea, your love is faded
Like on gram, make a love one hated
Got a gun shot wound for somebody that's waiting
And f*ck old news, when did yall start dating
Ooh, flip my table, yea, f*ck the waiter
Caught red handed, bruh, I'm just a painter
Your slate was good, can you make that faker
And rage all night, in the day get paper
Yea, hit that shit, make it sound like (skee!)
Yea, my shit make hits, I'm still like (skee!)
Can't process none of this like (Uh huh)
Butter her face in the snow like (ski!)

You thought It'd never notice (the way that you creeping!)
You thought It'd never notice (yea, all of your secrets) (Yuh, uh)
Money keep everyone feeding, yea (Uh huh)
But never can keep them from feening, yea (Uh huh)
F*ckin with no more intention, yea (Uh huh)
I think I'm better off leaving it (Uh huh)
Tryna be a man, with a soul so hollow
Drink away your pain, but you done ran the whole bottle
Life get so insane, keep it gunning full throttle
Could really use some water cause this pill is hard to swallow

(Where does ya creep at?)
(What is your secrets)
(Yea)
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Writer: Austin Oesterling
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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