N’existe pas Songtext
von Apollo 440

It′s 5 a.m. in my loft
Too many miles on my clock
The hip-hop station they soft
This ain't nothing I can′t turn off
All the love in the world
And all the diamonds and pearls
And all my hate, hate, hate for the girl
(Existe pas)

There's nothing left to be done
There's nothing left that′s real
There′s nothing left to buy, beg, borrow or steal
There's nothing left to win
There′s nothing left to prove
There's nothing I can′t afford to lose, yeah


Yeah
Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm gonna make you see
There′s nothing here but you and me
I'm gonna make you know
Ain't nothing up there
I′m gonna make you see
There′s nothing here but you and me
I'm gonna make you know
Ain′t nothing up there
Or way down below

Put a record on
But the music's all wrong
There ain′t no score for the tip that I'm on
Right now
Made to Manhattan today
Some dudes blew it away
And I too see it their way
Hey, hey
All the women I′ve loved
And all the hate in this town
And all the shit going down, yeah

Nothing left to be done (There's nothing left to be done)
There's nothing left that′s real (There′s nothing left that's real)
There′s nothing left to buy, beg, borrow or steal
There's nothing left to win (There′s nothing left to win)
There's nothing left to prove (There′s nothing left to prove)
There's nothing I can't afford to lose


Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Oh, can you listen up?

I′m gonna make you see
There′s nothing here but you and me
I'm gonna make you know
Ain′t nothing up there
I'm gonna make you see
There′s nothing here but you and me
I'm gonna make you know
Ain′t nothing up there
Or way down below

There's nothing left to be done
There's nothing left that′s real
There′s nothing left to buy, beg, borrow or steal
There's nothing left to win
There′s nothing left to prove
There's nothing I can′t afford to lose
Lose