Nothin' on Me

Fat chilli, burning my mouth, I got a pack of smokes and a hat full of laughs
I got, novocaine for my aching gums, and an AB01 and an AB03
I got, black treacle stuck to my shoes, hole in my socks, I got nothin' to lose
Hallelujah, coq au vin, pass me the whisky pour it into the pan

Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on me

Colonel mustard popping a pill
Plum, Scarlet, White, getting their fill
I'll be out standing with the crowd
Drown in your bullshit, why're you so fucking loud?

Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on me

Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on
Can't you see, you got nothing on me



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Ray Simmons Jr., Peter Gene Hernandez, Ari Levine, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii
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