Winner's Blues

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 the chariot

I'm seein' money, but I'm bangin' with the proletariat

I wanted 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

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

'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?

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