I Who Have Nothing Video (MV)

I have nothing left to capture
Sometimes I forget about what I really rap for
The fame and the money like Winnie I want the honeys
5 years ago I didn't think id be a junkie
A fun fiend, every morning waking with a nosebleed
Now I'm in the house more then, then, then Steve Aoki
Everything I rap about nowadays is lies
A fictional life
I truthful, I pupil
Master of disaster, searching my name in google
Type my name in twitter search, no results a little hurt
They ask me why I'm angry cos them motherf*ckers hit a nerve
Uh, so take me down the local
Drown myself in jagerbombs and Stella till I'm vocal
Starting fights with older men, need to get a hold again
Maybe I should phone a friend, I feel like this will never end
I have nothing left to say
I have nothing else to gain
I have nothing left to say
I just need to walk away
All my fans are growing up and now they couldn't give a damn
16 I was on the tv with a super plan
19, sitting watching tv scratching on my head
Fake ass rappers getting praised it should be me instead
Bitter cos I'm better, I'm a motherf*cking genius
A couple years ago I just discovered where my penis is
But I don't think that I'll be needing it
My ex has got a new guy and I wonder what she sees in him
He's not a rapper I'm one of a kind
You can catch us in the bathroom, doing some lines
That's word to Miley, tell her she can ride me
Practicing my tai chi, I'm so dope drugs try me
What d'you think about that last bar
I'm so relaxed these other rappers can't spar
No gas, I'm a fast car
You're so gassed that's a bad fart
I have nothing left to say
I have nothing else to gain
I have nothing left to say
I just need to walk away
I have nothing to fight for
Music's all I care about, I feel like it's my life source
But I'm scared to spit a bar whenever the mics on
'Cos my ego's catastrophic I'm a motherf*cking icon
I feel like everything I've done so far is so irrelevant
The industry's not as glamourous Fergie said it is
Need to find a duchess, so we can have a fun sesh
Tell her it's a house party, really it's a f*ck fest
What are all these thoughts I conjure up
Rapped for 7 years and I don't feel like I have done enough
I don't even have to write my stuff
Straight from my brain into the mac that I keep blowing up
I always say I'm back like spinal
And I ain't had a hater since I released arrival
Yeah that means I'm doing wrong
You're nobody until there's people hating on your songs
I have nothing left to say
I have nothing else to gain
I have nothing left to say
I just need to walk away