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Marlon Craft - Winners 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