Nobody
Simone Elueteri (Fudasca), Mishaal Tamer
Damn, it's four-thirty in the morning
Baby, why you calling? Anything happen?
Anything happen?
Ask her like a crime without a sentence
My words speak nothing my words mean silence
'Cause nothing happened
They shoot and they die, yea
There's nothing but pried, yea
There's nothing but lies, yea
They taking your soul, yea
They taking your child, yea
Your mama gon' cry, yea
Let's see what you done, yea
Is that worth your pride?
Tell me, is that worth your pride?
Tell me, is that worth your pridе?
Tell me, is that worth your pride?
Shе cryin', but nobody holds her
She beggin', but nobody holds her
She cryin', but nobody holds her
Beggin', but nobody holds her
Nobody holds her