Got Nothing

Written by: Tim Ruffo, rap lyrical contribution by Nick Ruffo

Credits:

The Outlaw leaves society to embrace the simplicity of having nothing.

3:56

Tim Ruffo: Vocals and acoustic guitar
Nick Ruffo: Vocals
Michael Wu: Bass
Rob Weinberg: Sax
Chad J. Dean: Drums

Lyrics:

Got what I got, better than a lot, no it’s not, all I got.
I got nothing, I got nothing.
I got nothing, nothing, nothing to worry about.
Got what I got, it’s not a lot, but it’s better than most, better than a lot.
I got nothing, I got nothing.
I got nothing, nothing, nothing to worry about.

No social media, only a pen and paper, living without a clue of what’s happening over there.
Honey-boo drama, I’m a dog, I don’t care. Kiss my tail, get behind me on the stairs.
Fresh pedigree, nothing blocking me mentally.
In a relationship with the music, not any ladies.
Carly said “Can I go out to lunch with you?”
I told her, “Sorry, I got a date with my plate of food”
It’s difficult to talk when you’re busy with your chewing.
Plus, I’d rather not discuss how your life is ruined.
What do you say to someone when everything makes them bug?
I take my Dad’s advice, I give ‘em the zen shrug.
Have yourself a laugh, it’ll post-pone wrinkles.
In the game, I’m staying on top like sprinkles.

I got no house, got no lawn. But I can stay up, til the crack of dawn.
Got no job. No boss. Got a pint of bourbon, I’m gonna get lost.
I got nothing, nothing, nothing to worry about.
I got nothing nothing, nothing to worry about.
I got nothing nothing, nothing to worry about.
I got nothing.