Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gutter, artist - nothing,nowhere.. Album song Who Are You?, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 22.01.2016
Record label: Nothing
Song language: English
Gutter |
| Same city Whitey hail from |
| Same town that the strangler stole the air from |
| I was raised Irish catholic |
| Never talk about your feelings |
| Tell them you’re fantastic |
| Around here you’re either savage or you’re plastic |
| Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick |
| They all been living a lie |
| Because they worship the wealth |
| More than they do their false God |
| I don’t talk too much |
| I been living in the basement |
| Tryna make a statement |
| I been writing all night |
| Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight |
| So when I say I fucking hate myself |
| And when I say I lost my sanity |
| Just know that’s not my full capacity |
| Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity |
| Not a material man |
| I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands |
| I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove |
| Well I got nothing to lose |
| Not a material man |
| I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands |
| I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove |
| Well I got nothing to lose |
| What a cluster fuck I’m fucking up |
| They telling me to lighten up |
| Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing |
| Playing in the rain, man I’m fucked up mane |
| Grew up too fast, tryna make it last |
| But it ain’t coming back |
| Still an outcast, still an asshole |
| Tryna get past no payroll |
| See I wouldn’t give a fuck if I had a surplus |
| Intuition in my gut so I keep my mouth shut |
| I don’t say shit unless it’s about the fucking music |
| Homosapien equipped with the with so I use it |
| Feel your flesh breaking open |
| And your knuckles start turning white |
| You been holding on for too long |
| Sleep all day, wide awake at night |
| Not a material man |
| I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands |
| I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove |
| Well I got nothing to lose |
| Not a material man |
| I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands |
| I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove |
| Well I got nothing to lose |