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Empty Chest
Hip-Hop/Rap
Empty Chest was released on September 8, 2025 by Golden Tape Collective as a part of the album Empty Chest - Single
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Release DateSeptember 8, 2025
LabelGolden Tape Collective
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lonely Rich
Lonely Rich
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Martin Jr.
Richard Martin Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flower
Flower
Producer

Lyrics

I remember you went out the back door
I don’t wanna fight; I just need time for us
And I’m living with the blessing of a dime, no less
And if shawty wanna test it, lay the pipe, oh yes
Ain’t no typos yet
Lil Richy being sad when his music cut the best
And you know that I’m a rude boy, Rihanna said it best
And these bitches gonna choose boy, us **** know it best
So your heart; you must protect
Put it on your neck
Wear it on your wrist like a bust down Patek
Think I’m sick; I need a vet
Or someone just to vent
Or maybe it’s just supposed to be me in the end
Some days I feel like dying
Tears are running cold
My conscious, keep it flying
Sober, never, no
And I think I might choke cuz it’s getting hard to cope
And it’s not what it’s supposed to be
Supposed to ball like D-Rose while I spin you off your toes
I was bound to hold you close to me
Now I’m running out of options; too much on my conscious
Is there any hope
Gotta flip and make a profit; I can never stop it
I can still take your shawty to the crib, spin her DoseDo
How am I supposed to live knowing that you chose
I remember you went out the back door
I don’t wanna fight; I just need time for us
And I’m living with the blessing of a dime, no less
And if shawty wanna test it, lay the pipe, oh yes
Ain’t no typos yet
Lil Richy being sad when his music cut the best
And you know that I’m a rude boy, Rihanna said it best
And these bitches gonna choose boy, us **** know it best
So your heart; you must protect
Put it on your neck
Wear it on your wrist like a bust down Patek
Think I’m sick; I need a vet
Or someone just to vent
Or maybe it’s just supposed to be me in the end
Some days I feel like dying
Tears are running cold
My conscious, keep it flying
Sober, never, no
Written by: Richard Martin Jr.
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