Paroles Tell me nothing Abhi The Nomad

Tell me nothing

Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
Ooh, ooh
Yuh, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Problem child, problem's mine (Yeah)
Tried to fit in all the time (Yeah)
Even now I see the flashback (Uh)
Life a stage, I missed the lines
Don't miss the times when my own friends pretended I didn't exist, befriended liars
Just some kids the words used defending lies
Fuck 'em man, I hope that agenda dies because it's— (Woop)
Some nature versus nurture shit
My mother birthed a hurtin' son of a gun
That's why this verse felt relevant, I'm adamant the person I was (Yeah)
Deep inside a different version of the surface I loved
They made a brown kid dummy like my writing is shit, no shit
Then adolescence was just burning the wick
Waitin' for time tickin' 'til it tie me up in a grip
Workin' a nine to five shift like I'm done with this shit

'Cause I started fires in the third grade
Yellin' rebel nothings
Thinkin' they were something, yeah
And the pain wouldn't slide on the birthdays
Recess or the lunch breaks
Couldn't tell me nothin'
Still can't tell me nothin'

Still can't tell me nothin'
Fuck your damn assumptions (Uh, yeah)
I won't keep my cool
Tell me nothin'
Still can't tell me nothin'
I'll just take my money (I take it)
To keep my cool

Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo
Ooh, ooh
Tell me nothin'
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Yuh

Modern man, modern plans (Yuh)
I don't need your modern scams, yuh (Yuh)
Even now I hearin' them cookin' up to—
Sell my soul for a couple grand
I kiss goodbye to bein' a punk
All I need is my laptop, freedom, and a feminine touch
And soon enough I'll be sendin' 'em damage
'Til I say that a million won't be enough
Yeah my following ain't big but I'm looking buff to me up
But I don't want a white collar fuckin' it up for me
Yeah, I'm all authentic, broke, ambitious and my car dented, yuh (Yuh)
So I gotta drive like nobody, nobody takin' my cut
But I don't really do no fucking work for free
So don't count on me, yeah
Don't count on me, yeah

'Cause I started fires in the third grade
Yellin' rebel nothings
Thinkin' they were something, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
And the pain wouldn't slide on the birthdays
Recess or the lunch breaks
Couldn't tell me nothin' (No)
Still can't tell me nothin'

Still can't tell me nothin'
Fuck your damn assumptions (Oh, oh, oh)
I won't keep my cool
Tell me nothin'
Still can't tell me nothin'
I'll just take my money
To keep my cool

I keep my cool
Don't say a word
They'll be back in a moment
When it's your moment
Just keep it cool
Separate from the herd
And at first you'll be lonely
'Til they all hone in
Say tell me nothin'
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Mmm, yeah, yeah
Say tell me nothin'
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh