Awar & Vanderslice - Nothin' Left To Say lyrics

rate me

I pray that this ain’t well

Would allow to realize all my premonitions

I try to give a message to a conviction

The way I ‘ve been living

I’m a chef in the kitchen for a better position

The medicine is twisted, I’m trying to let them listen

I inhale mary, rap It’s my 2nd religion

It’s all blue sky and shade

I’m dying on the land

I’m still In the lion’ s cage

Just like in the frying pan

Some say a day granted is a good day

I’m always looking for strength

Earn every breath

Never lost the words

In spite of what the hooker said

From now until I’m set up to the heaven’s gates

Could music speak for itself?

Let the record play

Until then I’ve got nothing left to say

What more can you want to disrespect the game

I leave my footprint in it before I quit and get away

From now until I’m set up to the heaven’s gates

Could music speak for itself?

Let the record play

Until then I’ve got nothing left to say

I’m starting to draw all my conclusions

To make no confusions

Fuck the excuse

I’ve never been used to lose

It’s a cold,cold world

Beware of a frost bite

Any missed step , you cause the price

Of the laws of life

Me and my boys I’ll double cross you twice

Madison Peaks, I’m living all my dreams

And now I’m way on these options

I don’t really talk much

I just let my talent speak

From now until I’m set up to the heaven’s gates

Could music speak for itself?

Let the record play

Until then I’ve got nothing left to say

What more can you want to disrespect the game

I leave my footprint in it before I quit and get away

From now until I’m set up to the heaven’s gates

Could music speak for itself?

Let the record play

Until then I’ve got nothing left to say

To make it you only get one shot like a villager

I’m sorry my success got your feelings hurt

You’re jealous, insecure, emotions are for the birds

Like I put my city on the map

I’m using my discipline ,vices and virtue

I straight regulated on these mics that I earned through

I look over the Universe through the eyes of a bird

And my senses are urgent

There’s always work to do

The music speaks for itself,

You got to check the record

I’ve got nothing left to say

Nothing left to say