Nothing on You - Nik Ammar, Huxley Ware

I’ve got nothing to lose

But a poor excuse

I got my hands in my pockets and oh my god I’m gone

Now I’m stepping out

Stepping out in doubt

You got your hands in your pockets and holy crap it’s on

Say it to your face

Speaking out of place

I must have practiced this a hundred times and oh my god come on

Then I open my mouth

Who know what comes out

You got your hands in your pockets and holy crap I’m

Cruising, easy

She’s got nothing on you

Feel so, sleazy

She’s got nothing on you

Say it to my face

You’re speaking out of place

You must have practiced this a hundred times and oh my god come on

Then you open your mouth

God know what comes out

You got your hands in your pockets and holy crap I’m

Cruising, easy

She’s got nothing on you

Feel so, sleazy

She’s got nothing on you

What will we say and what will we do

When the words come out

Where will we go and where will we hide

Something ain’t right

Cruising, easy

She’s got nothing on you

Feel so, sleazy

She’s got nothing on you

Cruising, easy

She’s got nothing on you

Feel so, sleazy

She’s got nothing on you