Lobo - No Cent$ paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson No Cent$ - Lobo



Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, uh
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
Man this mic to my mouth when it hurts to use my chords this
Lump thats in my throat but I fight with no remorse I'm
Trapped in an endless loop
Wrapped in a perfect noose
From the outside it's so beautiful
In darkness you find truth unfold
It's you alone
Nobody got your back but you, alone, alone
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but you
Nobody got your back but you, alone, alone
Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody but you
It don't make no sense
So I drown out my feelins with vodka and friends
Falsify happiness, when will this end?
We empty the bottle to bottle this in
We empty our pockets it don't make no cents
Tell me what do I do now?
What must I prove now?
I can not move now
No I can not move
Wasting my life
Wasting my time
Tasting this wine
Age is a crime
Bu you grow through, what you go through
(Yeah)
I dont do what
(Nah)
I'm supposed to
(Nah!)
I got no plan, I got no school
I make this music, to get on posters
I'm that poster child I know I'm not that cool baby
(I'm not that cool, I'm not that cool)
So I coast through miles I stroll I'm feeling cool baby
(I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling cool, I'm feeling cool)
But this mic to my mouth when it hurts to use my chords this
Lump thats in my throat but I fight with no remorse I'm
Trapped in an endless loop
Wrapped in a perfect noose
From the outside it's so beautiful
In darkness you find truth unfold
It's you alone
(You, alone, alone)
(It's you alone)
It's you alone, It's you alone
(What's that? Nobody got your back, whats that?, Whats that?)
(You, alone, alone)
Ain't nobody got your back
(Alone)
Ain't nobody got your back
Ain't nobody got your back, but you
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't nobody got your back
Ain't nobody got your back
(But you)
So I drown out my feelins with vodka and friends
Falsify happiness, when will this end?
We empty the bottle to bottle this in
We empty our pockets shit don't make no cents
It just
Don't make no sense, now
Don't make no sense
(Don't make no sense)
Don't make no sense but
What do I do?
(What do I?)
What must I prove?
(Yeah)
What do I do?
(Tell me)
Tell me
Tell me, what do I do?
Man this don't make no sense
And we
Empty the bottle to bottle this in
Empty our pockets shit don't make no cents
I think about that at night bro, then I get, like, hella' anxiety
Like what's after death bro?
Like I thought maybe
What if I become something else like an animal
Or if
It's just BLANK
Or If I'm a ghost
But it's just like, no one knows
Yeah but I feel like
I feel like when you die bro it's just alone and darkness that's it
Yeah that's
That's what I think too
It scares me
Yeah but I don't know why because you wont know the difference
Yeah
Why scared? 'Cause you won't know the difference



Writer(s): Antonio Lopez


Lobo - Wolf: 204
Album Wolf: 204
date de sortie
08-12-2017




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