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Abhi The Nomad

Tell Me Nothing

 

Tell Me Nothing

(альбом: Modern Trash - 2019)


Problem child, problems mine
Tried to fit in all the time
Even now I see the flashback, life a stage I missed the lines
Don't miss the times when my own friends pretended I didn't exist
Befriended liars, just some kids the words used defending lies
Fuck em man I hope that agenda dies because
It's some nature versus nurture shit, my mother birthed a hurting of sun of gun
It's why this verse felt relevant, I'm adamant the person I was
Deep inside a different version of the surface I loved,
They made a brown kid dummy like my writing is shit, no shit
Then Adolescence was just burning the wick
Waiting for time ticking till it ties me up in its grip
Working a 9-5 shift like I'm done with this shit

Cause
I started fires
In the 3rd grade
Yelling rebel nothings
Thinking they was something, yeah
And the pain wouldn't slide on the birthdays
Recess or the lunch breaks
Couldn't tell me nothing
Still can't tell me nothing

Still can't tell me nothing
Fuck your damn assumptions
I won't keep my cool, tell me nothing
Still can't tell me nothing
I'll just take my money
To keep my cool

Modern man, modern plans, I don't need your modern scams
Even now I hear them cooking up to, sell my soul for a couple grand
I kiss goodbye to being a punk, all I need is my laptop
Freedom and feminine touch, and soon enough I'll be sending em damage
Till I say that a million won't be enough
Yeah my following ain't big but I'm looking to buff me up,
But I don't wanna white collar fucking it up for me
I'm all authentic, broke, ambitious and my car dented yeah,
So I got a drive like nobody, nobody taking my cut
And I don't really do no fucking work for free
So don't count on me, so don't count on me yeah

Cause
I started fires
In the 3rd grade
Yelling rebel nothings
Thinking they was something, yeah
And the pain wouldn't slide on the birthdays
Recess or the lunch breaks
Couldn't tell me nothing
Still can't tell me nothing

Still can't tell me nothing
Fuck your damn assumptions
I won't keep my cool, tell me nothing
Still can't tell me nothing
I'll just take my money
To keep my cool

To keep my cool, don't say a word
They'll be back in a moment, when it's your moment
Just keep it cool, separate from the heard
And at first you'll be lonely, till they all hone-in
Say tell me nothing, yeah

Say tell me nothing

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