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 aroundWell, 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 knifeSay, no, no, no, noI've got nothin' for you

I've got nothin' for you

I've got nothin' for you

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