nothing to gain - j-r3mi lyrics
[intro]
lucid
[verse 1]
i give it everything i got
but what is there to gain?
i put my pain into the page
i’m f*ckin’ ragin’ with this sh*t
i don’t got no f*ckin’ fans
money, i ain’t makin’ it
i ain’t doin’ this for a livin’
i just do it for the passion
therapeutic for my soul
where did you go when i wrote
that f*ckin’ line for you, bro?
you ain’t showin’ no love
you ain’t sharin’ my sh*t
how am i supposed to grow
if n0body hears my flows?
i f*ckin’ body these tracks
but people take me for a joke
[hook]
i got nothing to lose
but i got nothing to gain
f*ckin’ fillin’ these shoes
but you don’t feel me the same
f*ckin’ f*ckboys don’t even know what i’m saying
[verse 2]
f*ck a f*ckin’ flow
f*ck you if you say i’m f*ckin’ sayin’ f*ck too many times
i’ll f*ckin’ say it some more
i’m f*ckin’ sprayin’ these hoes
wit’ these notes that i wrote
now get your nose outta the broke sh*t
stop sniffin’ the dope
it f*cks you up ‘til you don’t know
where you are or you go
you can’t memorize sh*t;
the f*ckin’ damage is permanent
you’re marked for life as a loser with strife
you think it’s cool snortin’ powder
‘til you’re passed out with white
sh*t all over the floor, with not a friend in sight
they ain’t your friends; they’re just homies who like
spendin’ time with a cool guy
who is down for the ride
you’re gettin’ high with each other
gettin’ laid with your “brothers.”
what you say to your mother
when you get on home?
“mom, please leave me alone
i had a long night. i’m just up in my zone.”
[verse 3]
f*ck you, f*ckin’ b*tch
apologize to your mom
she’s the only one who’s tryna help you off this path you’re on
it’s destructive in its nature
puttin’ yourself into danger
g*ngb*ngin’ on the block
tryna get shot by a ranger
you don’t gotta live this life
you got a choice, don’t meet your maker
put your food upon your plate
listen to who’s tryna save ya
we’re all tryna eat; we don’t gotta cheat to make a
livin’ for ourselves. we gotta get up out this h*ll
[hook]
i got nothing to lose
but i got nothing to gain
f*ckin’ fillin’ these shoes
but you don’t feel me the same
f*ckin’ f*ckboys don’t even know what i’m saying
[verse 4]
why you gotta play follow the leader all the time?
be your own f*ckin’ leader. use your own d*mn mind
that’s why you got one
i f*ckin’ make what’s hot, son
i don’t follow the trends. i’m tryna set ‘em, not cop one
don’t compare me to my idols; i’m my own d*mn man
i get inspired off ‘em, then i do what i can
to put my own twist on it, spit it with a different topic
from a new point of view that you haven’t ever gotten
[verse 5]
i speak for the ones that never have their stories told. the lonely folks. the ones who don’t drink or smoke. who has no interest in f*ckin’ hoes. or partyin’ ‘til the lights go out. i’d prefer just chillin’ in a house
with a couple of friends, sittin’ on a couch. more intimate. just talk with them
learn who they are, express myself
instead of grindin’ on my belt
forget what we felt. left it on the dance floor. in that case, h*ll
i might as well not go at all
want real connection, not time to fall
on the wayside. wanna take time
to learn your face lines. i’m in sp*ce, high
pain ends when i’m in love
don’t need no meds for havin’ fun
no alcohol or drugs, just friends that i can trust
people that’ll give me hugs if i need it in a slump
we can play some funny games, or watch a movie on the rug
talk about all of our problems
then we joke, and then we solve ‘em
we’re ventin’ our feelin’s out; this is how you build a bond up
friends like these, you gotta be glad that you got ‘em
‘cause you could have none or have some who on the bottom
[hook/outro]
i got something to lose
but i got nothing to gain
i have everything i need;
can you tell me the same?
if you’re thinkin’ in your brain
i have family and friends
then i’m tellin’ you, fella, that the answer is yes
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