Winner’s Blues

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Livin' in the times where the sun don't shine, literally Every year, man, this winter shit is gettin' to me They say they can't read me, they don't got no literacy That's why the songs where I only find the intimacy And I ain't tryin' judge nobody, but y'all sound like children to me In the span of the eternal, we all infants at bein' compassionate My style real simple at bein' elaborate They drivin' me to drink, I told 'em hold thе chariot I'm seein' money, but I'm bangin' with the proletariat I wantеd to be on top as the cherry get But seen that inner light dim when you very lit Shoulders where I carry this trauma I'll be buried with So I run home and juice those bonds like a Barry hit 'Cause those the only times I feel very rich, yeah Sometimes the rain sound orange to me Sometimes the fame sound borin' to me Sometimes the lesson worth more than the story to me Sometimes the shit look good on the surface Or could bring things to me, but the feeling's more important to me The more I is, then the more I could be And I ain't tryin' sound old, but there's certain shit that you can't know when you're a rookie, yeah [Chorus] Ooh, these my winner's blues I think I might lose 'Cause I don't wanna win like you Ooh, I can't shake these moods Tell me what to do If I don't wanna win like— Wintertime make me sad most years It's dinnertime, come relax your fears I'd rather lose pretty I'd rather lose beautiful [Verse 2] 'Cause y'all dudes is winnin' gross, this shit ain't givin' hope I lived to sit and cope, God isn't givin' notes My life ain't lived in quotes, baby, this a novel Tables ain't fully turned yet, but they wobble, though I'm from where young souls ain't coddled Where if you keep a good heart, they rob you Where if you got a good start, they try to Get you hooked on the fame 'til your hooks ain't the same And the looks of the game gon' replace how it felt when you was first lied to I had to keep it honest with myself like Shit, ain't nothin' more iconic than your health, right? Can you really win if it ain't felt right? [Chorus] Ooh, these my winner's blues I think I might lose 'Cause I don't wanna win like you Ooh, I can't shake these moods Tell me what to do If I don't wanna win like— Wintertime make me sad most years It's dinnertime, come relax your fears I'd rather lose pretty I'd rather lose beautiful