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MOHADEBE Sins Of Empty Town

LYRICS: [Intro] Headlights on the hollow road Mile signs, bullet holes Rearview full of gray, not clouds Just faces that never made it out (yeah) [Verse 1] Pulled up, main street, windows down Every storefront, boarded mouth First ghost float to my side like, "Talk" So I lean on the wheel and I start with pride Told him, "You were king of a paper throne Gold on your neck, ate you to the bone You wore that crown ’til it broke your spine Now you haunt this block, tryna keep that shine" Next one lurk by the rusted pump Eyes on mine and his tank on slump Said, "You kept score of what they had Now you stuck here counting what you lack" (uh) [Chorus] I’m drivin’ through a ghost town, readin’ out sins Every empty face ask what it all meant Seven little stories that they never repent Seven cold lessons in the dust and the wind I’m drivin’ through a ghost town, tally that list Every white line, another name on the script Seven crooked habits that they couldn’t resist Seven main sins in the fog like a myth (like a myth) [Verse 2] Third ghost lean on a busted door Hands still reachin’ for a little more "Greedy for the wins, you starved your friends Now you feast on air, tryin’ to stretch the ends" Fourth in the diner, crack in the glass Stacked up plates he could never pass Said, "You filled that void, but it ate you back Now you chase one taste on an endless track" Saw two shadows in a motel light One all rage, one drowned in spite "One swung first ’til the nights bled out One kept quiet, let the poison sprout" Last one stare from a broken cross Smirk on his face like he dodged the loss "Slid through life on a lazy lie Now you stuck here, watchin’ time roll by" [Chorus] I’m drivin’ through a ghost town, readin’ out sins Every empty face ask what it all meant Seven little stories that they never repent Seven cold lessons in the dust and the wind I’m drivin’ through a ghost town, tally that list Every white line, another name on the script Seven crooked habits that they couldn’t resist Seven main sins in the fog like a myth [Bridge] [Beat drops, low bass and whispery ad-libs] Count ’em on my fingers Let the silence linger Every so-called sinner Look a lot like me (yeah) Smoke in my lungs Halo in the trunk Talkin’ to the lost ones Like I’m finally free [Chorus] I’m drivin’ through a ghost town, readin’ out sins Every empty face ask what it all meant Seven little stories that they never repent Seven cold lessons in the dust and the wind I’m leavin’ this ghost town, hand off the list Whisper to the mirror, "You ain’t part of this" Seven main sins in the rearview twist And the road ahead hummin’ like a final gift