J. Oso - Nothing to Lose

Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, yeah I got records to break in them shoes
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, I’m coming for blood and I’m paying my dues
So press play, what the kids say, I don’t need the Cartier to get in my boost
Yeah they gon hype me up, they acting like Mountain Dew
Gotta get there early, they looking unsure at me, but they will surely lose
I dropped 3 racks on free packs, but those Shirley Temples are sure to bruise
Coulda drove a v8
Yeah I’m boutta be late
But you gotta stop real soon
I gotta have a v8, coulda had a v8, cuz I gotta get my juice
Vitamins in my vodka, pennies dropped on patron
Expect me to move it like Bernie, hand it for free and I’m taking it home
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, yeah I got records to break in them shoes
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, I’m coming for blood and I’m paying my dues
Gotta chill out! Get em more hobbies
Gotta get em when they go to get the copies
Gotta kill em, they gon kill me for the sloppy
Giving up forgiveness, I won’t give em to the poppies
Everything looks better when you’re kinda drunk
Everything tastes better with a pound of skunk
Everybody counting down but I’m counting up
Counting sheep til I cut em with the Midas touch
So wait
Get off my home base
You’re so out of place
And slow, out of shape
I won’t be erased
It’s soaked in the hate
I soak in the sun, and spit in their face
Damn
What I’m tryna do is what I’m tryna say
Made 20k in a summer babe and might run it back if I feel a way
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, yeah I got records to break in them shoes
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, I’m coming for blood and I’m paying my dues
I might exacerbate my trachea
Might curb stomp on the cranium
Might eat that shit for lunch like my stomach was straight titanium
I might Larry David em
Out here Larry Paging em
Curbing their enthusiasm googling their page and I
Don’t see nothing interesting
I do not find this interesting
I look at what the cat dragged in, I might suggest some Listerine
Your mouths are just so dirty cuz you talking this shit
You can take a fucking wiener up your baby back ribs
My girls exotic like Joe
They just be doing the most
I tell em I won’t propose but they stay close to me
I start feeling like Carol
Cuz all these bodies in barrels
And Keep the surfaces sterile just like they posed to be
Enough with pandemonium
Believing that I owe you some
I’ll take you out for brunch but you’re not standing on the podium
Its old fashioned but this rari might be crashing
The salt that I see em stashing, is an overdose of sodium
Flaws I got em, I don’t hide em, friends you cannot buy them
Loyalty is imminent, and ignorance you cannot find em
My confidence is apparent, I won’t stare down at my shoes
And I can’t be bragging about nothing, but I got nothing to lose
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, yeah I got records to break in them shoes
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah I got skeletons up in my closet, I’m coming for blood and I’m paying my dues

Written by:
Justin Schulman

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