[Intro] (bass creeps in, hi-hats roll) Yeah... tank on E, but I'm still pushing Empty ain't a status, it's a testing [Verse 1] Alarm before the sun, I'm running late for early Coffee doing overtime, my eyes still blurry Everybody see the paycheck, nobody see the shift Everybody clock my level, nobody clock the lift Fumes in the tank but the engine still turning Bridges I could've burned, I kept 'em standing, kept 'em learning They ask how I'm still driving, I say "faith is the fuel" Running on empty but I'm still following the rule [Pre-Chorus] No days off, no time to coast Running on fumes but I still show up close They don't see the tired, they just see the win Empty tank, full heart — watch me refill again [Chorus] I'm running on empty, still full Tank say zero, but my will don't pull Miles behind me, more up ahead Broke down before, but I'm never dead Running on empty, still full Gas light on, but I'm never dull No matter how low the number get I refuel with what I ain't quit yet [Verse 2] Two jobs of energy for one job of pay Give the world my daylight, keep the night for prayer Everybody wants the fruit, don't wanna see the planting Late nights, early mornings — that's the price of standing Tired ain't a feeling I let control the story Empty just means I'm one refill from glory Watched me run on nothing, called it out of gas Didn't know I filled the tank with everything from the past [Rap Verse] Punchlines on E, still got range for miles Broke down in silence, rebuilt it with a smile Everybody clock the grind, nobody clock the recovery I turned exhaustion into evidence, into discovery Running low ain't running scared, that's a different gear Empty tank still got me leading, still got me here They ask "how you keep going?" — I ask "how you gon' stop?" Refuel while I'm moving, never once hit the top [Bridge] [half-sung, restrained] God, You know the nights I ran on nothing Kept the wheel straight when the road kept bluffing And if I ever hit empty for real I know You the one that fills the wheel [Final Chorus] [full voice, choir enters] I'm running on empty, still full Tank say zero, but my will don't pull Miles behind me, more up ahead Broke down before, but I'm never dead Running on empty, still full Gas light on, but I'm never dull No matter how low the number get I refuel with what I ain't quit yet! [Outro] (horns fade, claps carry out) Still moving... never idle Empty tank, full titleModern stadium-trap and soul fusion, 808-heavy bass, crisp stadium claps, bright brassy horn stabs, tempo around 140-148 BPM, explosive and defiantly proud atmosphere, sharp witty punchlines, dense wordplay and double meanings, vivid running-on-empty and refueling metaphors, verses delivered with confident rhythmic rap cadence and half-sung inflections, soaring sky-high vocal chorus with layered stacked harmonies, gang-vocal ad-libs on hook, horn swells building into drops, dynamic arrangement with drums dropping out before chorus hits, anthemic and hyped production, cinematic low end, hi-hat rolls, triumphant brass runs, radio-ready mix
