Текст песни
Major Family, DJ Major, Blackjack
You got the keys to the crown
Still you ride like you’re running from the ground
All this gold, all this shine
Can’t buy you a better sky this time (mm)
Penthouse view, I don’t feel that high
Forty floors up, still a low inside
Black card metal, sound like a chain
Every swipe, tiny shiver in my veins
Boardroom talks, everybody say “sir”
Every handshake just makes me feel worse
Smile in the photos, numbers in green
Still I’m drifting through a dead TV screen
Dust on the art in the marble hall
Friends on the list, never make one call
Got a closet of suits, no armor on
Only feel real when the helmet’s on (yeah)
Three hundred on empty
Through a city that’s asleep on me
You’re too rich to be this angry
Too alone for all that money can be
You cut through the dark like you’re trying to erase
Every number, every name, every face
Three hundred on empty
But you still can’t outrun what you carry
Engine roar drown out my thoughts
White lines stretch like a broken clock
Red lights blur, I don’t even flinch
Whole life built on an endless win
Mirror show towers and a tired stare
Chrome mask on, feel the frozen air
Cops don’t chase when your lawyers pay
But there’s laws in my chest that I can’t outrun today
Billions stacked, that’s a heavy weight
On a heart that never learned to brake
Mama said “son, you can buy the world”
Girlfriend said “You know that this is not a panacea?”
Didn’t tell me it could feel this cursed (nah)
So I lean when the road bend hard
Every curve like a shuffled deck of cards
If I slide, if I crash, if I fade in sparks
Would it matter to a planet built on cards? (tell me)
Three hundred on empty
Through a city that’s asleep on me
You’re too rich to be this angry
Too alone for all that money can be
You cut through the dark like you’re trying to erase
Every number, every name, every face
Three hundred on empty
But you still can’t outrun what you carry
Who you talking to when you scream in your head? (who?)
Who you trying to lose on this razor edge?
All that steel on the road can’t hold your soul
You keep spending your life like it’s bankroll
Every corner feel close to the last one
Every shadow on the wall like a past wrong
If I slow, gotta face what I built up
If I go, I’m a ghost in a gold truck
Three hundred on empty
Through a city that’s asleep on me (on me)
You’re too rich to be this angry
Too alone for all that money can be (so alone)
You cut through the dark like you’re trying to erase
Every number, every name, every face
Three hundred on empty
But you still can’t outrun what you carry (what you carry)
Three hundred on empty
Still you can’t drop the weight that you carry (carry)
