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I got nothin' for you
You can look under my rug
I got no smack for you
You're entranced from that drug
I got no tears for you
I got nothin' to wore about
I got no fear for you no- no-no
My guns I just lay around
My body is aching inside out
And my nose is always cold
Am i still twenty-four
Or am I starting to grow old?
Am i growing' old?
Suicide is just a state of mind
Not for me, I've got places to hide
Say to day, nights are wicked
Stealing is my way of life
I got to pay my bills today
Where'd I have mi knife?
No-no-no
I got nothin' for you
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