nothing,nowhere. – gutter lyrics
same city whitey hail from
same town that the strangler stole the air from
i was raised irish catholic
never talk about your feelings
tell them you’re fantastic
around here you’re either savage or you’re plastic
drive a benz or a broken ford maverick
they all been living a lie
because they worship the wealth
more than they do their false god
i don’t talk too much
i been living in the bas-m-nt
tryna make a statement
i been writing all night
young edgar allen with the blinds closed tight
so when i say i f-cking hate myself
and when i say i lost my sanity
just know that’s not my full capacity
could never hate myself as much as i hate humanity
not a material man
i got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands
i see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove
well i got nothing to lose
not a material man
i got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands
i see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove
well i got nothing to lose
what a cl-ster f-ck i’m f-cking up
they telling me to lighten up
hit them in the brain with the same d-mn thing
playing in the rain, man i’m f-cked up mane
grew up too fast, tryna make it last
but it ain’t coming back
still an outcast, still an -sshole
tryna get past no payroll
see i wouldn’t give a f-ck if i had a surplus
intuition in my gut so i keep my mouth shut
i don’t say sh-t unless it’s about the f-cking music
h-m-sapien equipped with the wit so i use it
feel your flesh breaking open
and your knuckles start turning white
you been holding on for too long
sleep all day, wide awake at night
not a material man
i got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands
i see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove
well i got nothing to lose
not a material man
i got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands
i see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove
well i got nothing to lose
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