N’Existe Pas - Apollo 440

N'Existe Pas -Apollo 440
It's five AM in my loft
Too many miles on my clock
The hip-hop station plays soft
But this ain't nothing I can turn off
All the love in the world
And all the diamonds and pearls
And all my hate for the girl... N'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
I'm gonna make you see
There's nothing here but you and me
I'm gonna make you know
Ain't nothing up here
I'm gonna make you see
There's nothing here but you and me
I'm gonna make you know
Ain't nothing up here 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
They took Manhattan today
Some dudes blew it away
It's hard to see it their way
All the women I've loved
And all the hate in this town
And all the sh*t goin' down
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
I'm gonna make you see
There's nothing here but you and me
I'm gonna make you know
Ain't nothing up here
I'm gonna make you see
There's nothing here but you and me
I'm gonna make you know
Ain't nothing up here 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