Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Nothings Left, artist - Exile. Date of issue: 03.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When Nothings Left |
| Yo, yo, I give my all until my all’s all gone |
| I spit the bars til the bars all gone |
| Free from prison now singing my song |
| La, la, la, la, la |
| Take a hit and pass it on |
| Like electric currents pass through computer cable |
| Now you got my song pass it on as I turn table |
| 1,2 and it don’t, you thought it would, but it won’t |
| I stay dirty homie, pass her the soap |
| Clean ass beat to me, I’m real not dope |
| My song will be the sun when I choke |
| Light up the sky when I die home boy |
| Fuck the po, I jump on the moon to get low |
| Hop from star to star trying to find my folks |
| Sometimes I feel lost as a key, find it |
| Start it on, yo, pop in my CD |
| Feel my flow, fill my soul, fill this hole up in my chest |
| Sing my song, when I’m gone |
| My heart will be here when nothing’s left |
| Feel my pain, kill my shame |
| Still I aim to be the best |
| Sing my song, till I’m gone |
| I give my all and nothing less |
| Check it out, I give it all in a song and live it all right or wrong |
| I take y’all two cents, keep moving right along |
| In spite of all he say, I’m right along my DJ |
| Cause if I wanted y’all bull I’d buy it off eBay |
| So keep faith or keep shut |
| Sideline or keep up |
| I write rhymes for me, fuck critics |
| Lick on these nuts, cause no matter how much I give |
| It ain’t enough |
| So I pick up pens, thinking who I should eat up |
| Now would beef but Ex said ease up |
| And every time he bust, I feel like I’m eat up |
| That’s why I speak love |
| Plus he got beats, what the fuck do y’all need |
| We as solid as a tree stump |
| Holling at my peeps up in heaven we gonna meet up |
| But first I gotta drop this verse so keep your feet up |
| And see what we’re going through |
| I give them my all, and all I’m asking from y’all |
| Is just a moment to feel my flow |
| Feel my flow, fill my soul, fill this hole up in my chest |
| Sing my song, when I’m gone |
| My heart will be here when nothing’s left |
| Feel my pain, kill my shame |
| Still I aim to be the best |
| Sing my song, till I’m gone |
| I give my all and nothing less |
| I give it all, don’t take it all |
| Cause I can’t take it all |
| Give it to the naked all |
| People can’t make it tall |
| Short, fat, slim, shit we back in the basement dog |
| Making songs to uplift and folks think we breaking laws |
| Just because it bumps loud crack when we bang our parts |
| Cats can’t get it dog |
| Right back to business, yo |
| Acting like you never seen a white cat spit it raw |
| Man y’all acting like y’all never switched price tags in the mall |
| I did it plus I stole them all |
| Yeah I got caught and told them off |
| I still got a way with the Ralph Lauren polo on |
| And now y’all know the song from the page I wrote it on |
| And smoked up some trees from the same sheet I wrote it on |
| So roll along, sing along, pump ya fists and fight the wrong |
| Running shit like I jog, every day from out the fog |
| And yeah, we after your hearts, to exist |
| Pass a lifetime to this here art |
| Feel my flow, fill my soul, fill this hole up in my chest |
| Sing my song, when I’m gone |
| My heart will be here when nothing’s left |
| Feel my pain, kill my shame |
| Still I aim to be the best |
| Sing my song, till I’m gone |
| I give my all and nothing less |