K. Eastwood - Somebody Wins, Somebody Loses

False sense
False hope
And the truth is man
We all broke
And it's
Only a matter of time
They turn the water to wine
I know one thing
That things that I want are all mine
Stand up
Realize
This thing we've got called real life
Has no
Pit stops
Feels like we need a reprise
Breathe in
Breathe out
They won't let you speak out
Hold on
We out
There ain't no need to freak out
There's no progress
Without context
It ain't no contest
Just know I'm next
In this game we playing
We do all we can
All give some but some give all
No matter how hard I fall I'll be
Catching more heat than the summer
Don't let 'em decide what your mind Don't wanna
Everybody looking for the butter
But you gotta get that bread to Complete that supper
Even if I went to the beginning
I wouldn't change a thing
Cause nothing is promised
Gotta keep it focused on the finish
But knowing me I might wanna keep It honest
I know the world might hate me
Cause my thought be crazy
People will hate what they don't Understand
Rejecting the plan cause I know who I am
And I'm thankful
Says the guy who is stable
Ain't it great to be grateful
Take a break like an ankle
So tell me your thoughts
Or tell me to stop
Mind strong like The Rock
So we might as well talk
But I get if it's too much
Might cost us a few bucks
Afraid I might do what
Always looking for new ones
Man we too creative
We too innovative
Y'all don't play sports
Unless they illustrated
Whole world pixelated
All the time wasted
All I got is music going for my life
And that's on mine
That's on Mine

Okay
Okay
Okay
Aye
Okay
Aye Aye

Whatever they say brother
Don't let it get to you
Plotting our interviews
Skipping to interludes
Right when you speaking
They cut off the TV
We flashing our lights
Cause we know that they disapprove
Look up to Weezy
But look what they did to you
Labels don't pay you
They turn us to monsters
Right under their noses
It's all for the roster
Flood all of our shows and our Concerts
Flood instagram
All the Madonnas
Like where did they come from
And what is the problem with
Killing your ego
Shows need lights like we in a casino
Incognito
The way y'all be playing
The reason we laying low
Just like Fritos
Things ain't ever what they have to Be
We kick it back like the soccer teams
Forget 'bout your friends and your families
We don't need anymore Uh
First off if we on
Then you'd be a peon
To be on
The same lane as
Me and my
Nissan
We sure ain't the first
But we lightyears
Or ions
Ahead of you punks
Cause we fight our own demons
The lights on they xenon
Float like a butterfly
Sting like bee I'm
Muhammad Ali I
Shoot for the stars like Elon Musk
Y'all never knew what freedom was
Homie
And I just stepped off a plane in
Phoenix Brotha
A real smile on my face
Ain't nobody seen it brotha

Cause when somebody's winning
Somebody's losing
Somebody's dying

Somebody's Winning
Somebody's Losing
Man somebody's lying

Nobody cares about you
Nobody cares about me
That's just the facts that we can't Afford
Those are the facts that I came for
The mission is pure
The love is so real
Never thought that I'd do it
Always thought that I knew it

Pure the love is so real what I'm Saying

Written by:
Kristian Ngoma

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