Apollo 440 - N'Existe Pas

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 shit 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