Nothing Lyrics

So I spilled a vial of acid on my leg at a music festival

I told this girl to come kick it with me in my tent

Just like, yanno make sure I don't seize out or something

Take me to fucking, yanno, medi if I need to

But, it was nothing bro, like I literally saw nothing

I couldn't see my body, it was nothing but white

No movement, matter, just

It was nothing

Don't fall for it, they don't know you bro

Couldn't tell you where their own life headed to

They got opinions, fuck 'em, Imma split their head in two

I think different, know they all intimidated too

I see police, I take my hat off, now I'm ten and two

I'll drive you crazy, you can't see me, tint is Arizona rules

A dark religion, catch me killing all the cardinals

The bread and circus couldn't break me, now I'm actin for em

A dollar's so important that they got us fucking for it

Might just go to war to get my college paid for

What I look like chasing shawty's that ain't foreign?

Just a metaphor for exploring how my vibes touring

Mothafuckas owe me money, I don't ask for it

I just spent their last penny on a passport

Tryna board the plane, make me check my skateboard

ASHXS got the stacks, what the fuck he flying spirit for?

If you know me, then you know I'm bout my cheddar dawg

But in the same sense, I don't give a fuck at all

Treat a piece of paper like a shawty that's too tall

We all the same size when we get laid off

And we all talk the same when we got a broken jaw

Asked about you in your city, and they don't know you at all

I'm with a biddie that's pretty, you prolly all on her jock

Makes sense why they hate me, they dreading paying me off

Yeah I'm so cold with it that I got December bitchin'

Cause I'm still hotter than the sun in a Texas winter

Still running thru them thangs in a loaded sprinter

Takin everything the plug got, thank god he fucking with me

Yeah, and I'll give you props if you fucking with me

Only time I'm caring what they think is when I'm gettin sentenced

I don't wanna manifest it, just lately I'm trippin

Thirty inch waist, still too big for my britches

But it's gonna be okay as long as I got a few bitches

I'd be a fuckin' liar rejecting materialism

Lil hood, lil hippie gettin jiggy with it

Tryna unlearn all the things that we were given

It's nothing bro

It's nothing