| Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
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| Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Yuh, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Problem child, problem’s mine (Yeah)
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| Tried to fit in all the time (Yeah)
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| Even now I see the flashback (Uh)
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| Life a stage, I missed the lines
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| Don’t miss the times when my own friends pretended I didn’t exist,
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| befriended liars
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| Just some kids the words used defending lies
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| Fuck 'em man, I hope that agenda dies because it’s— (Woop)
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| Some nature versus nurture shit
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| My mother birthed a hurtin' son of a gun
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| That’s why this verse felt relevant, I’m adamant the person I was (Yeah)
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| Deep inside a different version of the surface I loved
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| They made a brown kid dummy like my writing is shit, no shit
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| Then adolescence was just burning the wick
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| Waitin' for time tickin' 'til it tie me up in a grip
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| Workin' a nine to five shift like I’m done with this shit
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| 'Cause I started fires in the third grade
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| Yellin' rebel nothings
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| Thinkin' they were something, yeah
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| And the pain wouldn’t slide on the birthdays
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| Recess or the lunch breaks
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| Couldn’t tell me nothin'
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| Still can’t tell me nothin'
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| Still can’t tell me nothin'
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| Fuck your damn assumptions (Uh, yeah)
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| I won’t keep my cool
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| Tell me nothin'
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| Still can’t tell me nothin'
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| I’ll just take my money (I take it)
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| To keep my cool
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| Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Tell me nothin'
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy
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| Yuh
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| Modern man, modern plans (Yuh)
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| I don’t need your modern scams, yuh (Yuh)
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| Even now I hearin' them cookin' up to—
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| Sell my soul for a couple grand
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| I kiss goodbye to bein' a punk
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| All I need is my laptop, freedom, and a feminine touch
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| And soon enough I’ll be sendin' 'em damage
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| 'Til I say that a million won’t be enough
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| Yeah my following ain’t big but I’m looking buff to me up
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| But I don’t want a white collar fuckin' it up for me
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| Yeah, I’m all authentic, broke, ambitious and my car dented, yuh (Yuh)
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| So I gotta drive like nobody, nobody takin' my cut
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| But I don’t really do no fucking work for free
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| So don’t count on me, yeah
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| Don’t count on me, yeah
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| 'Cause I started fires in the third grade
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| Yellin' rebel nothings
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| Thinkin' they were something, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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| And the pain wouldn’t slide on the birthdays
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| Recess or the lunch breaks
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| Couldn’t tell me nothin' (No)
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| Still can’t tell me nothin'
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| Still can’t tell me nothin'
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| Fuck your damn assumptions (Oh, oh, oh)
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| I won’t keep my cool
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| Tell me nothin'
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| Still can’t tell me nothin'
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| I’ll just take my money
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| To keep my cool
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| I keep my cool
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| Don’t say a word
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| They’ll be back in a moment
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| When it’s your moment
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| Just keep it cool
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| Separate from the herd
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| And at first you’ll be lonely
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| 'Til they all hone in
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| Say tell me nothin'
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| Yeah, yeah, ayy
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| Mmm, yeah, yeah
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| Say tell me nothin'
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell Me Nothing , by - Abhi The Nomad. Song from the album Modern Trash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп