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Got Nothing To Prove Video (MV)




Performed By: Prinz Grizzley
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: C. Comper
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Prinz Grizzley - Got Nothing To Prove Lyrics
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"I've been trying to quit my foolish ways since the birth of my daughters
My wife keeps telling me to grow up too
I'm tired of going down the same path as my father
And days of overtime are breaking me in two
So when I'm off work I enjoy my rest kick back and have a few
Don't tell me wasting days on devil's water
Isn't a cure for the working man's blues
I know these wasted days eat up my dollars
But they fire up my engine too
Hey I've got nothing to prove
'8 days a week' feels about alright
And '25 hours of daylight' sure would too
For hammering up a house and pleasing my wife
Taking out the trash and fixing a light
All before I take my kids to school
If I got paid for each new gray hair
By now I'd be a millionaire
Don't tell me wasting days on devil's water
Isn't a cure for the working man's blues
I know these wasted days eat up my dollars
But they fire up my engine too
Hey I've got nothing to prove"
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"I've been trying to quit my foolish ways since the birth of my daughters
My wife keeps telling me to grow up too
I'm tired of going down the same path as my father
And days of overtime are breaking me in two
So when I'm off work I enjoy my rest kick back and have a few
Don't tell me wasting days on devil's water
Isn't a cure for the working man's blues
I know these wasted days eat up my dollars
But they fire up my engine too
Hey I've got nothing to prove
'8 days a week' feels about alright
And '25 hours of daylight' sure would too
For hammering up a house and pleasing my wife
Taking out the trash and fixing a light
All before I take my kids to school
If I got paid for each new gray hair
By now I'd be a millionaire
Don't tell me wasting days on devil's water
Isn't a cure for the working man's blues
I know these wasted days eat up my dollars
But they fire up my engine too
Hey I've got nothing to prove"
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Writer: C. Comper
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