ADHD CONCERTO 77 SIDE A - Nobodies Home, Lee Scott, Sniff

Come on, fuck

I know you’re in there

Come on, open the door

I live here alone

And nobody’s home

I fucked up the floor

I’m stuck and I’m keeping these pills by the door

I live here alone

And nobody’s home

I fucked up the floor

I’m stuck and I’m keeping these pills by the door

Fuck a career, I feel ill, life is raw

I have no cheer, I can’t chill like before

There is a long list of shit I ignore

Dead via boredom, but live by the sword

Woke up at three, drank a cold cup of tea

Look at my dead heart but don’t look at me

Uncomfortable in his own company

DVL I’d sell my soul just to be

Fuck what you think, I don’t try to impress

Nobodies home coz I like to be left

Don’t piss me off, put a price on your head

Die for the money, not die for respect

Die for the rep

I just smoke weed and get high on the step

Life is a stress, but I’m making it work

Famous from words

DVL Gang don’t put faith in no church

Dante said that the sound of the angels in paradise sounded like the laughter

of the universe.

But in church, especially any rather more serious kinds of

church, laughing is very bad form

Nobodies Home

Nobodies Home

25 years ago, if someone told you the kids talking rhyme at street parties

would give birth to a million dollar industry, you’d say that they were crazy

It’s catchy

(And two, three, four)

Slow motion, back spins on hot coal

Got soul, say me name like Bob Doyle

The fifth destiny’s child with the heavenly smile and face

I stumble in with exceptional style and taste

and look it

Stop it all the tough talk, the beef’s spoiled, chuck it

It’s all good, kid

I wasn’t hungry anyway

Welcome to hell where it feels like summer every day

Shit, Sniffy ransack the buddha, while I sat back tryna hack Jack’s computer

Mute the snuff movie, quick, I’m losing it

Deep sea diving tryna find shoes that fit

Rhymin' over church bells, brain full of brain cells

Roastin' in imaginary sunbeams, fuck dreams

I live in one, the chicken’s gone

Covered in blood stains and feathers tryna blame the weather

Yeah, let me settle, it’s fine

Get in your mind

I got there at seven, jetted at nine

I’m on a level, but the effort’s declinin'

Nowadays, I rhyme anythin' with somethin' else

To put it bluntly, I love myself

And me alone

And my biz is my biz, but yours is what I need to own

It’s a need to know basis, known faces

But I’m bad with names, ran away

I took the pin out of the hand grenade

Flask full of tanqueray

Babe, I can bang for days

Pop a bluey and I’m up like a Red Arrow

But with less ammo

Sweg capo, rock '96 Iraqi camo

Fuck the whole world for today, dawg

I’m only getting out of bed if it’s eight large

Nobodies Home

You don’t even wanna know, no

You think you needed to know

But you’ll never know, no

You’ll never know nothing

You don’t even wanna to know, no

You think you needed to know

But you’ll never know, no

You’ll never know nothing

He was strugglin' to keep the lights on

Now he drives a nice car even though he signs on

He kept the treasure chest on 'em when the fed’s got 'em

He kept his lips zipped shut and said

(Nothing)

Yo, you talkin' 'bout stacks and how much in your wallet

Talkin' about profit when you broke, bruh, stop it

Where’s the logic?

I had my younger check his pockets, he said there was

(Nothing)

Dying broke was never an option

I’m taking what I want, fuck it, if the heavens are watching

Brick pelican getting it whatever it costs him

I want everything coz everything is better than

(Nothing)

And I’m just cotchin' while you rappin', your veins are poppin'

Talking how high you are, you should change your topic

You ain’t got it

You missed your shot, 'cause I got what it is, and I do it like it’s

(Nothing)

You don’t even wanna know, no

You think you needed to know

But you’ll never know, no

You’ll never know nothing

You don’t even wanna know, no

You think you needed to know

But you’ll never know, no

You’ll never know nothing

Good for nothin', up to nothin'

I just wanna sit around and look at nothing

But everything is something so it’s difficult

These flies I’m swatting will probably charge me with assault

Coz I couldn’t think of nothing else to rhyme

It’s everything to you, but it’s nothing next to mine

He asked me what I’m doing, I say nothin' every time

Not for nothin', it’s cool even it was for

(Nothing)

I got nothing to, I did a track about nothing

Not in the mood, I need options

Coz I’m down to my last straw

No eleccy' in my flat and I’m sat, bored

Crumbs of the last straw

Thinking why I have to go and do that for

Blown all my mula again, but fuck it though

Coz soon I’ll be dead restin' in my coffin

They’ll be like — 'He never did

(Nothing)

When I was growing there in Sheffield, there were a lot of rock bands.

And they’ve been sort these slightly depressed green northern city

Slightly depressed green northern city

Slightly depressed green northern city

But there was a lot of music and a lot of fun

I woke up depressed on a dead flower bed

There’s a way to describe this feeling, but I don’t know how it’s said

I’m all smiles, you’ve been a great crowd

I walk miles followed by the same cloud

I make a terrible impression

Emotions ranged from aggressive to aggression

Sadly, I’m taking pleasure in depression

Happy on a bread line forever in the session

Shit, witness me

I sit in a one man clique and sip whisky

Under the bridge

Trollin', like your man knows him

I quit smoking weed coz I can’t be ass rolling

I’m not holding me own, fuck a career

I’m barely holding me phone up to me ear

Oh dear, no cheer

I hope I’m this ecstatic for the whole year

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

No, no

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

No, no

Yo, yo

This happiness is synthetic

Kick her up, fans like King Eric

Wear a happy face like it’s embedded

If it’s somethin' depressive, Sniff said it

When life gets you down, let it

I got you birthday card, did you get it

Probably not, why I didn’t send it

Pending, end friendship

I’m on some avenge a dead friend shit

I don’t share drugs coz sharin' is caring

I don’t care much

I need a happy pill plus some Care Plus

Painted on you smile with the airbrush

Coz I’m happy as happy can be

Don’t give a F if I’m sad on a E

Sat on my P

But that’s just me

Happy depressed is what I happen to be

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

No, no

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

I don’t wanna this shit

No, no