Won't Amount to Nothin'
We won't amout to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Everybody puts us down
You can try they say
But there's no way
We'll take it as it comes along
Zero, zilch, null, nada
Whole lotta nothin in this bad mutha luva
No glass half full cuz I drank up all the water
No glass at all don't know why I even bothered
Didn't make the team
Zero self esteem
Don't cry little guy cuz the world lookin mean
Push back and attack through the cracks and the rubble
if you give em hell than I'll bring the trouble
What's the deal when you feel like an eel just squirmin
vermin, sittin' in the background burnin
while the thick-headed, big-bettin bigots spit sermons
To dilute and refute all the ways you've been earnin'
Shoulda known the foes were gonna gather
Shoulda known the bros won't think it matters
Shoulda hit the stage and made it splatter
Swingin for the stars and bigger batters
No wicked chatter stickin that this fickle rap will never matter
We won't amout to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Everybody puts us down
You can try they say
But there's no way
We'll take it as it comes along
What's up World it's the return of the hippies
Sorry that your main stream plot didn't fit me
Sorry that your tiny world view looks shitty
And I'm sorry that your girlfriend's butt is itty bitty
Take a breath and relax
Don't mess with these cats
I got your back as a matter of fact
I got a whole fat stack of these tracks
And I'm about to turn them all into plaques
Where you gonna go where you gonna run to
When you hit the bottom and your plans fall through
How you gonna live if you ain't in control of your soul
Even if your body's on a roll
Who you gonna rock with, pass the clock with
When everybody's sayin that you're not the hot shit
What's the minimum you succumb to
Feel like killin em with a kick drum run-through
So rock to the rhythm rock rock to the beat
And bump the boom box and tap your two feet
If it dont feel right then hit the delete
And hit the delete til you feel complete
Rock to the rhythm rock rock to the rhyme
What's the point of livin if it ain't a good time
What's the point of livin if it ain't a good time
So take a moment, i'ma go and get mine
We won't amout to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Everybody puts us down
You can try they say
But there's no way
We'll take it as it comes along
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Everybody puts us down
You can try they say
But there's no way
We'll take it as it comes along
Zero, zilch, null, nada
Whole lotta nothin in this bad mutha luva
No glass half full cuz I drank up all the water
No glass at all don't know why I even bothered
Didn't make the team
Zero self esteem
Don't cry little guy cuz the world lookin mean
Push back and attack through the cracks and the rubble
if you give em hell than I'll bring the trouble
What's the deal when you feel like an eel just squirmin
vermin, sittin' in the background burnin
while the thick-headed, big-bettin bigots spit sermons
To dilute and refute all the ways you've been earnin'
Shoulda known the foes were gonna gather
Shoulda known the bros won't think it matters
Shoulda hit the stage and made it splatter
Swingin for the stars and bigger batters
No wicked chatter stickin that this fickle rap will never matter
We won't amout to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Everybody puts us down
You can try they say
But there's no way
We'll take it as it comes along
What's up World it's the return of the hippies
Sorry that your main stream plot didn't fit me
Sorry that your tiny world view looks shitty
And I'm sorry that your girlfriend's butt is itty bitty
Take a breath and relax
Don't mess with these cats
I got your back as a matter of fact
I got a whole fat stack of these tracks
And I'm about to turn them all into plaques
Where you gonna go where you gonna run to
When you hit the bottom and your plans fall through
How you gonna live if you ain't in control of your soul
Even if your body's on a roll
Who you gonna rock with, pass the clock with
When everybody's sayin that you're not the hot shit
What's the minimum you succumb to
Feel like killin em with a kick drum run-through
So rock to the rhythm rock rock to the beat
And bump the boom box and tap your two feet
If it dont feel right then hit the delete
And hit the delete til you feel complete
Rock to the rhythm rock rock to the rhyme
What's the point of livin if it ain't a good time
What's the point of livin if it ain't a good time
So take a moment, i'ma go and get mine
We won't amout to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Won't amount to nothin
Everybody puts us down
You can try they say
But there's no way
We'll take it as it comes along
Credits
Writer(s): John Peter Shields, Kevin Michael Shields Jr, John Shields
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