black sunday - loser pt. 8 lyrics
[verse]
the pain keep hurtin’
devil still mergin’
should i take the wrong path
really ain’t certain
what’s for certain?
nothing
you gotta pray
if you don’t live for tomorrow
what about today?
i make best rhyme
comin’ under pressure
cuz b-tches in this game called life
gonna stress ya
i got people hopin’ i die
i wonder why
when i’m alone in my room
i think
and start to cry
wanna sniff c-ke
feelin’ like a fiend
or you got dna
is intolerant to dream
whole nightmare
can’t paint a perfect picture
whenever you die
that’s when they start to miss ya
when you lose control
your enemies get ya
or you can drink your pain away with a bottle of liquor
too many losers
not enough winner
not enough faith
but a whole lot of sinners
n-gg-s ain’t eatin’
never tasted dinner
heart stay cold
like it came from the winter
everyday i feel injured
pain never quits
take a bottle to the head
drunker then a b-tch
blunt after blunt
higher then a plane
gun in my hand
suicide on the brain
a lot of sh-t change
you can’t brake the rule
and ain’t all about money
f-ck the cost of the jewel
[verse_2: donnie darko]
i can’t f-ck her
i’m a loser
winnin’ ain’t an option
still f-cked up
and my confidence droppin’
people still watchin’
wonderin’ my next lose
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