Nothing More Lyrics & Chords By Birch Book

No, I don't need four you to tell me
That you think my song worthwile
Don't need your fashion advice to keep up with the style
Don't want to be your brother or your mentor our your friend
I've no need to ne the dartboard when yor ego's on the mend
Don't want to be the table where you can play your card
And hide away the shark behind your easy mellow-man façade

You don't have nothing I want
And there ain't nothing more I have to give you
Go your own way. mark your own time
You never knew me, you never were the kind

So smoke away your trouble
Put some solor in your dream
And you can play the good time boy, it's all as it's been
And give your best impression of an impassioned soul
But be sure that there's some girl around to fill up your little hole
And hold hold up all the conceits of your urban cool
And keep up with your style
Lest without it there an't nothing left to show

You don't have nothing I want
And there ain't nothing more I have to give you
Go your own way. mark your own line
Don't think about me, you haven't got the time

I have no open house for a thief and his designs
If you fooled me, you're sure to fool some others with your rhymes
So when you look out from the stage to estimate your worth
From the hangers-on the sycophants
The hipsters and so forth
You won't see the broken mirror
When you cannot see your self
If you never known a true friend
You may not notice when you've no friends left

You don't have nothing I want
And there ain't nothing more I have to give you
Go your own way. mark your own time
You never knew me, you never were the kind