D. Saint & Lil Cool - Can't Lose

From the cradle to the grave don’t need no rose petals
She ain’t even know she was dancing with the devil
Can’t be stressing bout no bitches no, I know they gone choo-ooouu-oose
Prayed on my downfall they wanted me to lo-ooouu-ose
Three-Five in this Wood I’m on the moo-ooouu-oon
Baby I’m just trying to win no we can’t lo-ooouu-ose
Don’t you get it confused, can you pay close attention
Most of the niggas be bitches I got my mind on a million yeah
So much on my mind, I just need some peace
I just threw a perc back man I’m trying to get some sleep
Shit ain’t healthy at all, no it helping at all
And I need to cut her off she ain’t helping at all
And I’m Cool got the heat but I ain’t melting at all
I got Math on the beat I think the problem is solved
I got a call from my dog, he back on a jose
I tell him hit me if you falling know I got your back regardless
Niggas thing now they targets, put that iron on a bitch
Free party in your casket gotta die to get in
Keep my guard up but she keep trying to get in
Oh she lying again I leave her crying again
From the cradle to the grave don’t need no rose petals
She ain’t even know she was dancing with the devil
Can’t be stressing bout no bitches no, I know they gone choo-ooouu-oose
Prayed on my downfall they wanted me to lo-ooouu-ose
Three-Five in this wood I’m on the moo-ooouu-oon
Baby I’m just trying to win no we can’t lo-ooouu-ose
Don’t you get it confused, can you pay close attention
Most of the niggas be bitches I got my mind on a million yeah
Roll the gas and go to Mars
Gotta stay high, just to block out all the noise
Fucking with these hoes I was trying to fill the void
Maybe they watching, maybe I’m just paranoid
In the trenches with some niggas that can’t wait to spin
Slam dunking P’s I was trying to break the rim
Takin’ Xanax cause I ain’t wanna feel
She need a shoulder but I told her ain’t no love here
Just drugs here
Me and my thugs here
A nigga play bro got that K, it’ll go up for real
Get out my way I need my space I’m trying to vibe in here
You know one phone call’ll get you outta here
From the cradle to the grave don’t need no rose petals
She ain’t even know she was dancing with the devil
Can’t be stressing bout no bitches no, I know they gone choo-ooouu-oose
Prayed on my downfall they wanted me to lo-ooouu-ose
Three-Five in this wood I’m on the moo-ooouu-oon
Baby I’m just trying to win no we can’t lo-ooouu-ose
Don’t you get it confused, can you pay close attention
Most of the niggas be bitches I got my mind on a million yeah

Written by:
Darrick Burel, DeMarcus St. Amant

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