Juice WRLD - Empty Ukulele

[Intro]
F Am G F Am G F
 
 
[Chorus]
F
From the unknown
  Am                G                   F
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
                        Am
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
                 G                  F
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
                                        Am
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
        G               F
I problem solve with Styrofoam
                                Am
My world revolves around a black hole
                G                        F
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
                  Am        G
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
             F
I may go rogue
                           Am
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
       G
Tote semi-autos
 
 
[Verse 1]
F
Huh, yeah
 
I'm keepin' it real, real
Am
I'm keepin' it real, uh, yeah
G                      F
Life gets tough, sh*t is getting real (Yeah)
 
I don't know how to feel
           Am
Swallowing all these pills
        G
Numb my real feels, uh
        F
Devil standing here
 
Tryna' make a deal, uh
         Am
It ain't no deals
                               G
Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me here
 F
Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills
 Am                                       G                             F
I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still, uh
 
Bein' me, I rock, PnB
Am                      G
These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ
 F
These drugs acting like
 
Mosh pits squishing me
   Am         G               F
Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly
                         Am
Lonely, I been gettin' no peace
       G            F
OD, feel like overdosing
                                 Am
Low key I been looking for the signs
                G                    F
But all I can find is a sign of the times
 
 
[Chorus]
F
From the unknown
  Am                G                   F
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
                        Am
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
                 G                  F
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
                                        Am
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
        G               F
I problem solve with Styrofoam
                                Am
My world revolves around a black hole
                G                        F
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
                  Am         G
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
             F
I may go rogue
                           Am
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
       G
Tote semi-autos
 
 
[Verse 2]
F
I ain't suicidal
            Am             G   F
Only thing suicide is suicide doors
                  Am
Fight for survival
           G                        F
Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up (Uh)
                              Am
Hold my hand, through hell we go
            G                        F
Don't look back, it ain't the past no more
                                               Amq
Gonna get to the racks, all them niggas want war
                    G                  F
Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls
                                   Am
Exhale depression as the wind blows
                 G             F
These are the laws of livin' in vogue
                                  Am
We're perfectly imperfect children
                                G          F
Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission
                                                 Am
Never gave a f**k, really came from rags to riches
                    G                          F
Now we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
                                                  Am
I don't give a f**k, really came from rags to riches
                    G                          F
Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
 
 
[Chorus]
F
From the unknown
  Am                G                   F
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
                        Am
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
                 G                  F
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
                                        Am
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
        G               F
I problem solve with Styrofoam
                                Am
My world revolves around a black hole
                G                       F
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
                  Am         G
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
             F
I may go rogue
                           Am
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
       G
Tote semi-autos