Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ADHD CONCERTO 77 SIDE A, artist - Nobodies HomeDate of issue: 12.07.2018
Song language: English
ADHD CONCERTO 77 SIDE A |
| Come on, fuck |
| I know you’re in there |
| Come on, open the door |
| I live here alone |
| And nobody’s home |
| I fucked up the floor |
| I’m stuck and I’m keeping these pills by the door |
| I live here alone |
| And nobody’s home |
| I fucked up the floor |
| I’m stuck and I’m keeping these pills by the door |
| Fuck a career, I feel ill, life is raw |
| I have no cheer, I can’t chill like before |
| There is a long list of shit I ignore |
| Dead via boredom, but live by the sword |
| Woke up at three, drank a cold cup of tea |
| Look at my dead heart but don’t look at me |
| Uncomfortable in his own company |
| DVL I’d sell my soul just to be |
| Fuck what you think, I don’t try to impress |
| Nobodies home coz I like to be left |
| Don’t piss me off, put a price on your head |
| Die for the money, not die for respect |
| Die for the rep |
| I just smoke weed and get high on the step |
| Life is a stress, but I’m making it work |
| Famous from words |
| DVL Gang don’t put faith in no church |
| Dante said that the sound of the angels in paradise sounded like the laughter |
| of the universe. |
| But in church, especially any rather more serious kinds of |
| church, laughing is very bad form |
| Nobodies Home |
| Nobodies Home |
| 25 years ago, if someone told you the kids talking rhyme at street parties |
| would give birth to a million dollar industry, you’d say that they were crazy |
| It’s catchy |
| (And two, three, four) |
| Slow motion, back spins on hot coal |
| Got soul, say me name like Bob Doyle |
| The fifth destiny’s child with the heavenly smile and face |
| I stumble in with exceptional style and taste |
| and look it |
| Stop it all the tough talk, the beef’s spoiled, chuck it |
| It’s all good, kid |
| I wasn’t hungry anyway |
| Welcome to hell where it feels like summer every day |
| Shit, Sniffy ransack the buddha, while I sat back tryna hack Jack’s computer |
| Mute the snuff movie, quick, I’m losing it |
| Deep sea diving tryna find shoes that fit |
| Rhymin' over church bells, brain full of brain cells |
| Roastin' in imaginary sunbeams, fuck dreams |
| I live in one, the chicken’s gone |
| Covered in blood stains and feathers tryna blame the weather |
| Yeah, let me settle, it’s fine |
| Get in your mind |
| I got there at seven, jetted at nine |
| I’m on a level, but the effort’s declinin' |
| Nowadays, I rhyme anythin' with somethin' else |
| To put it bluntly, I love myself |
| And me alone |
| And my biz is my biz, but yours is what I need to own |
| It’s a need to know basis, known faces |
| But I’m bad with names, ran away |
| I took the pin out of the hand grenade |
| Flask full of tanqueray |
| Babe, I can bang for days |
| Pop a bluey and I’m up like a Red Arrow |
| But with less ammo |
| Sweg capo, rock '96 Iraqi camo |
| Fuck the whole world for today, dawg |
| I’m only getting out of bed if it’s eight large |
| Nobodies Home |
| You don’t even wanna know, no |
| You think you needed to know |
| But you’ll never know, no |
| You’ll never know nothing |
| You don’t even wanna to know, no |
| You think you needed to know |
| But you’ll never know, no |
| You’ll never know nothing |
| He was strugglin' to keep the lights on |
| Now he drives a nice car even though he signs on |
| He kept the treasure chest on 'em when the fed’s got 'em |
| He kept his lips zipped shut and said |
| (Nothing) |
| Yo, you talkin' 'bout stacks and how much in your wallet |
| Talkin' about profit when you broke, bruh, stop it |
| Where’s the logic? |
| I had my younger check his pockets, he said there was |
| (Nothing) |
| Dying broke was never an option |
| I’m taking what I want, fuck it, if the heavens are watching |
| Brick pelican getting it whatever it costs him |
| I want everything coz everything is better than |
| (Nothing) |
| And I’m just cotchin' while you rappin', your veins are poppin' |
| Talking how high you are, you should change your topic |
| You ain’t got it |
| You missed your shot, 'cause I got what it is, and I do it like it’s |
| (Nothing) |
| You don’t even wanna know, no |
| You think you needed to know |
| But you’ll never know, no |
| You’ll never know nothing |
| You don’t even wanna know, no |
| You think you needed to know |
| But you’ll never know, no |
| You’ll never know nothing |
| Good for nothin', up to nothin' |
| I just wanna sit around and look at nothing |
| But everything is something so it’s difficult |
| These flies I’m swatting will probably charge me with assault |
| Coz I couldn’t think of nothing else to rhyme |
| It’s everything to you, but it’s nothing next to mine |
| He asked me what I’m doing, I say nothin' every time |
| Not for nothin', it’s cool even it was for |
| (Nothing) |
| I got nothing to, I did a track about nothing |
| Not in the mood, I need options |
| Coz I’m down to my last straw |
| No eleccy' in my flat and I’m sat, bored |
| Crumbs of the last straw |
| Thinking why I have to go and do that for |
| Blown all my mula again, but fuck it though |
| Coz soon I’ll be dead restin' in my coffin |
| They’ll be like — 'He never did |
| (Nothing) |
| When I was growing there in Sheffield, there were a lot of rock bands. |
| And they’ve been sort these slightly depressed green northern city |
| Slightly depressed green northern city |
| Slightly depressed green northern city |
| But there was a lot of music and a lot of fun |
| I woke up depressed on a dead flower bed |
| There’s a way to describe this feeling, but I don’t know how it’s said |
| I’m all smiles, you’ve been a great crowd |
| I walk miles followed by the same cloud |
| I make a terrible impression |
| Emotions ranged from aggressive to aggression |
| Sadly, I’m taking pleasure in depression |
| Happy on a bread line forever in the session |
| Shit, witness me |
| I sit in a one man clique and sip whisky |
| Under the bridge |
| Trollin', like your man knows him |
| I quit smoking weed coz I can’t be ass rolling |
| I’m not holding me own, fuck a career |
| I’m barely holding me phone up to me ear |
| Oh dear, no cheer |
| I hope I’m this ecstatic for the whole year |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| No, no |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| No, no |
| Yo, yo |
| This happiness is synthetic |
| Kick her up, fans like King Eric |
| Wear a happy face like it’s embedded |
| If it’s somethin' depressive, Sniff said it |
| When life gets you down, let it |
| I got you birthday card, did you get it |
| Probably not, why I didn’t send it |
| Pending, end friendship |
| I’m on some avenge a dead friend shit |
| I don’t share drugs coz sharin' is caring |
| I don’t care much |
| I need a happy pill plus some Care Plus |
| Painted on you smile with the airbrush |
| Coz I’m happy as happy can be |
| Don’t give a F if I’m sad on a E |
| Sat on my P |
| But that’s just me |
| Happy depressed is what I happen to be |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| No, no |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
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| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| I don’t wanna this shit |
| No, no |