Nobody - Fudasca

Damn, it’s four-thirty in the morning

Baby, why you calling?

Anything happen?

Anything happen?

Ask her like a crime without a sentence

My words speak nothing

My words mean silence

'Cause nothing happened

They shoot and they die, yea

There’s nothing but pried, yea

There’s nothing but lies, yea

They taking your soul, yea

They taking your child, yea

Your mama gon' cry, yea

Let’s see what you done, yea

Is that worth your pride?

Tell me, is that worth your pride?

Tell me, is that worth your prid?

Tell me, is that worth your pride?

Sh cryin', but nobody holds her

She beggin', but nobody holds her

She cryin', but nobody holds her

Beggin', but nobody holds her

Nobody holds her