Win Or Lose You Lose

Album cover art for "Win Or Lose You Lose" by Beans (NY)

Beans (NY) - Rap

Win Or Lose You Lose

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Duration: 3:45

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Will cigarettes be the death of me? Lungs screaming, happy emphysema Smoke when I'm depressed, helps relieve stress A part-time father, a baby's mother can't be bothered Couldn't be the man she need of me She can be frivolous So hope rest in the eyes of our daughter Sanura, I'm a stranger in her aura A clogged artery, a severed leg Running with scissors to keep his sanity An MC, a pen for hire writer Never followed where the crowd went A misunderstood presence Too much future for this present Personify fresh Evident when I invent How you react? You tip your hat If not, break my arm and pat myself on the back Unprecendented to my old click, resented So I'm ghost, gone, moved on Not only my aesthetics apply It's all about-- Janet and Bob's 1st born 71, 3rd July [Chorus x2] Run like a tear to the eye Go and tell 'em you don't wanna He bring heat to the beat Wearing a fleece in a sauna See that kid? Why would you wanna? He bring heat to the beat Wearing a fleece in a sauna Win or lose you lose You don't wanna He bring heat to the beat Wearing a fleece in a sauna See that kid? Why would you wanna? He bring heat to the beat Wearing a fleece in a sauna [Verse 2] Haunt the hallow dancing brick My narrow ass I wiggle for change Flamboyant, my attire impress in front of a crowd Drunk vomit and pee Pull out my Diddy Baby batter splatter on wax Glistens like semen spreading my unborns on her back Judy Garland click my heels and make it happen In contrast, you give the fans what they want When they ask they money back Elated, time to inhale the coffin nail We celebrated, after my mic evaporated [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] My time is coming, what y'all waiting for? I've arrived, sorry I got delayed Perfectionist, I say no rhyme before it's time Worldwide Warp's the label that enables my unstable To disable your turntable fables Captured on tape Yet the prose remain fluid and unaffected by shape No rules A roof with no walls I walk in front, never amongst you Fleeting fumes in the flame of fame Ass burping, flapping your lips Flatulence, bloated on bland Like eating cardboard For every one vapid MC There will be 3 heard Collectively placing their hands In a rotating fan screaming [Chorus x2]

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Credits

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  • Beans (NY)