Chris Rivers, Jarren Benton - Nothing lyrics

Running, running, running
Twenty, fifty, hundreds
Talking 'bout the bitches and the
Jewellery in abundance like
Running, running, running
Money, money, money
Ad-lib, ad-lib, nothing, nothing, nothing

Running, running, running
Twenty, fifty, hundreds
Talking 'bout the bitches and the
Jewellery in abundance like
Running, running, running
Money, money, money
Addlip, bad lip, nothing, nothing, nothing

Homegrown, like you don't roam
Like an old phone
Never spoke low, like a hobo
Like I'm solo, like I dope smoke
Tell my old foes, that I blow holes


Like the O-zone, whole globe (no)
Sky is falling, sirens calling
Silence coffins, lie here often, wondering
If I've been chosen, this is hell
Than why's it cold
And if it's heaven, than why's it open (hmm)?
Did I earn this, am I burning
Am I earnest, am I burdened
World is circling
And it's turning, and it's hurling
Why does it feel like nothing's moving
Something's coming (hmm)
Stuck Illusions, someone's bluffing
Someone's human, guns and cuff him
Red and blues and all the hues and colours
If it's white then it is right
If not than it gets shot
All the teachers, all the preachers
All the doctors, all the leaders
They just lead us, by the liters
Blood is dripping, cups are filling
They defeat us, take our sneakers (hmm)
Soldiers leave us, mostly because
Most believe just, what they teach us
What they feed us, it's not real when
They all smiling, Mona Lisa

Running, running, running
Twenty, fifty, hundreds
Talking 'bout the bitches and the
Jewellery in abundance like
Running, running, running
Money, money, money
Addlip, bad lip, nothing, nothing, nothing

Running, running, running
Twenty, fifty, hundreds
Talking 'bout the bitches and the
Jewellery in abundance like
Running, running, running
Money, money, money
Addlip, bad lip, nothing, nothing, nothing

Lord I feel an empty feeling
Hopeless losing focus
Niggas fake that hocus pocus
Poke the soulless wake and smell the folgers
I wrote this for soldiers
Nigga they took the barrel from their head
And kept going and going
And life dealt them a shitty hand
And no-one to hold them felt broke
Like I don't wanna fucking wake another day
Self loathing
Bitch this is the end no Seth Rogan
Niggas hurting, not for certain
Might be curtains, life is urgent
Vodka washes away the pain
Just like detergent
You sit back in white suburban
Not disturbed by cops that split
That's like a serpent
Prey on blacks and browns that don't comply
The right to merk 'em, quite discouraging
Why concurring them, white conservatives
Don't empathize, no light preservatives
I feel worthless, that's America
Why they scared of us, like we're predators
Knights beheading us
Hang our babies, burn our homes
The white confederate, hide your etiquette
Hide your melanin yes sir, no sir, free to
Go so fly little pelican, fly little Pelican
I feel elegant, high of medicine
Light the hell when they can tell a nigga
Shit with no intelligence
Too busy getting lit and that's irrelevant
Now all I hear is

Running, running, running
Twenty, fifty, hundreds
Talking 'bout the bitches and the
Jewellery in abundance like
Running, running, running
Money, money, money
Addlip, bad lip, nothing, nothing, nothing

Running, running, running
Twenty, fifty, hundreds
Talking 'bout the bitches and the
Jewellery in abundance like
Running, running, running
Money, money, money
Addlip, bad lip, nothing, nothing, nothing