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letra de nothing! - tom (emcee from australia)

[intro/hook]
i look at me like “nah, you’re nothing like him”
no matter what the blood that’s running under my skin says
fell out of love with my sin
kept a clutch on the pen
and watch this ink bled then uttered within

[verse 1: tom]
look, the mess adds character
don’t test that barrier
what have you inherited? you let that carry ya? uh
the spirit sings of clearer things than my heritage
pages ripped and edited
my aging little skeleton isn’t relative
these things are bеtter things
we [?] the mеdicine just as our parents did
i wonder if i have to credit them for the perilous resort to clarity
walk the pyramids, uh
our limit lives in making pride of the villainous
i’m spilling fibs and spending time finding synonyms
the spirit makes a home in the sinners
my father makes a home in the mirror
but since the cigarettes made a home in his innards
he’s been getting thinner
i’ve been getting bigger
[hook]
so no, you’re nothing like him, hah
so no, you’re nothing like him, huh?
i just have to make it home by dinner

[verse 2: freddy doless]
you used to take us out to dinner
breakfast too, walk up into ihop
where the black people in the crew?
used to get embarrassed by you
why the f-ck would you do that?
who knew you’d be the times that i really need back
at the time, it seemed like a burden
you helped one down bad
i didn’t want to see you hurting
in the icu was the only way that i see you in person
why it take your death for me to realize what you mean?
chalk it up to being a teen
only focused on myself, couldn’t see the small things
or big things
now the only time i get you back is in my dreams
all the scenes got me thinking ‘bout time-traveling
if i could, i would give you [?]
goku [?] be the only one to come back from death
f-cked up in the past, now i don’t got no time left
so i make up for timing like like my papa
used to go [?] and from box ties
[?] gon’ never stop
loaded glocks, watch ‘em shoot it out
in the dmv, learning things that you would never have to learn about
[?], [?] was a heavy weight championship
so i hit the [?], tied a [?], showed you how to get in
hold your head like this until it gets in noose position
now watch me k!ll ‘em, can’t see the vision
i’m a villain to the guys who make villains in disguise
[hook]
i look at me like “nah, you’re nothing like him”

[verse 3: lunar]
nothing
my blood’s being eighth of the medicine
your run’s tryna skate with a veteran
the blood is born when i pop ‘em with the evelyn
that blood tinge don’t miss off the adrenaline
that ain’t a slight diss, bro, i work that night shift
that 7 to 7, that work every night sh-t
tryna live the life sh-t, wanna buy some nice sh-t
grind and push a nice whip with some nice rims
nice kid, ice grip, have it all if you’re saying the right sh-t

[hook]
nah, you’re nothing like him

[verse 4: samatar]
sitting on the edge of earth, i feel like god
put in here to spread the word
and spread the news, i cannot seem to get the work
my last mistake was running in [?]
i ain’t even get the he-rs-
falling in too deep
the sun rolls down when my eyes can’t see
the lines are deceived with the words that i keep
my second wind goes with the sound of the beat
it’s sweet
see him see me
i look into the mirror and concede in defeat
this black boy flies but he’s lost his wings
lost in the shuffle, fall away to end this sin
[hook]
i’ve been getting bigger
so no, you’re nothing like him, hah
so no, you’re nothing like him, huh?

[verse 5: daddy double]
uh, new track, who this?
i know a fellow with no wife and a kid
daddy’s [?]
[?] anything like he is
[?] to the break of dawn
he’d never make it home but turn up on the morn
as of face down, passed out on the lawn
three bottles down ‘bout the dom perignon
another bottle down, go and carry on
okay, break it down real low
break it down real slow
daddy double, daddy issues, what you know about those?
police and strange men will come knocking at the door
ask me do i know where he is
i be saying, “me? no”
mind, it was clouded in them storms, el niño
in a feud, i be feeling like [?]
[?] hardly a home
[?] go f-ck up and times got low
but was only option open, open with the suicide door

[verse 6: tom]
we really try delete our sin
really [?]
all this time i be like him
complete within
to see myself i redeem my sin
i’ve seen myself
i’ve seen my cell
i feed my h-ll
my feet might swell
i be running
i keep in prayer like “please come in”
because i have pain to quell but i can’t paint a spell
i take a knee and pray at [?]s , i pound cigarettes as well
i’ve walked in the door stinking just like him before [?]
another fellow with [?] says, “who am i to color you?”
you’re just another dude
you probably wouldn’t do what you knew
you made a few mistakes and yeah, i’ll probably do that too
even if i never choke my wife in front of my son
forgiveness of your hopeless lies can come from the son

[hook]
ha
so now you’re nothing like him
now you’re nothing like him, huh?
nothing like him

- tom emcee from australia

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