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 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