Gutter - nothing,nowhere.

Same city Whitey hail from

Same town that the strangler stole the air from

I was raised Irish catholic

Never talk about your feelings

Tell them you’re fantastic

Around here you’re either savage or you’re plastic

Drive a Benz or a broken Ford Maverick

They all been living a lie

Because they worship the wealth

More than they do their false God

I don’t talk too much

I been living in the basement

Tryna make a statement

I been writing all night

Young Edgar Allen with the blinds closed tight

So when I say I fucking hate myself

And when I say I lost my sanity

Just know that’s not my full capacity

Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity

Not a material man

I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

Not a material man

I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

What a cluster fuck I’m fucking up

They telling me to lighten up

Hit them in the brain with the same damn thing

Playing in the rain, man I’m fucked up mane

Grew up too fast, tryna make it last

But it ain’t coming back

Still an outcast, still an asshole

Tryna get past no payroll

See I wouldn’t give a fuck if I had a surplus

Intuition in my gut so I keep my mouth shut

I don’t say shit unless it’s about the fucking music

Homosapien equipped with the with so I use it

Feel your flesh breaking open

And your knuckles start turning white

You been holding on for too long

Sleep all day, wide awake at night

Not a material man

I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

Not a material man

I got a mic, two guitars and a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose