Nothin' for You
I got nothin' for you, well, you can look under my rug
I got no smack for you, you're entranced from that drug
I got no tears for you, I got nothin' to worry about
I got no fear for you no, no, no, my guns it just lay around
Well, my body is achin' inside out and my nose is always cold
Am I still twenty-four or am I starting to grow old? Am I growin' old?
Suicide is just a state of mind, not for me, I've got places to hide
And day to day, nights are wicked, stealin' is my way of life
I got to pay my bills today where'd I leave my knife
Say, no, no, no, no
I've got nothin' for you
I've got nothin' for you
I've got nothin' for you
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