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letra de you can't win - sage francis

[hook]
can they win?
nah, they can’t win
let me/let’s tell you again
epic beard men!

[verse 1: sage francis]
get mentally fit for that celestial fist bump
roll with emcees who spit ’70s britpunk
enemies get jumped, penalty stiff as f-ck
stuff a flaccid p-n-s in your pistol pump
“pump it up, homeboy, just don’t stop!”
some boys in blue are cool, but i trust no cops
are they civilized, militarized, or just robots?
we’ve widened the divide between the knows and the know nots
stay straight-faced or go pop some molly
but there ain’t no party like a botox party
i’m so hot tamale, so chilly chill today
you don’t want your mommy to know what i really really say
what if you learned what i learned? i learned from her
smoked too close to the bush and i burned my fur
i know the fables, you failed a course in physics
i don’t understand sh-t unless of course i lived it
so let me live, mama
let me live, let me live, let me live, mama
let me live, let me live, let me live, mama
as a hip-hopper without the stigma of stigmata
save your earnings if you’re fortunate to have some, sucker
they say they’re fans but they never brought an album from you
that’s all good and well, well, that’s all well and good
legacies are never set in stone when you’re selling wood
what you think all this axe is for?
you don’t wanna bring these hungry lumberjacks to war
when we yell “timber!,” take cover
or start singing r ‘n’ b, motherf-cker

[hook 2x]

[verse 2: b. dolan]
crawl out of the water with the skin of a shark
stomp on a sandcastle and murder the life-guard
all my god-d-mn life had my hand around a mic
so whatever you could like, we already said it twice (twice)
epic beard men, with some lather and a blade
f-ck battling, i’d rather take a layer off your face
you lost, you off course, you rattled the wrong cage
i was made into a monster courtesy of a sage
i was born for bad luck, daddy drove a mack truck
ran with rat f-ck kids who just trashed stuff
oh you mad, huh? then go and take a number
or take a vacation while i work through the summer
it’s dolan, motherf-cker! run your fingers through the jungle
it’s more than just the stubble, too pretty to be this humble
i’m picky with the drum loop, sickly with the one-two
god forbid you miss us in your city when we come through
nahhh we ain’t related, we just share the same mothers
so when the customs agents ask us if we’re brothers we say:

[outro: “i’ve been there” b. dolan, sage francis, and o.v. wright]
“listen to me, baby”
listen! “you just can’t win”
“places you are trying to go i’ve already been
i’ve been there”
one-sided trust falls (“i’ve been there”)
puff daddy’s apartment (“i’ve been there”)
fort thunder (“i’ve been there”)
evel knievel’s tombstone (“i’ve been there”)
blue lagoon (“i’ve been there”)
omaha, nebraska (“i’ve been there”)
crystal cave (“i’ve been there”)
sligo, ireland (“i’ve been there”)
red … state school (“i’ve been there”)
eugene, oregon (“i’ve been there”)
beverly laurel (“i’ve been there”)
hot springs, colorado (“i’ve been there”)
north attleboro jail (“i’ve been there”)
a hospital in switzerland (“i’ve been there”)
beavertail (“i’ve been there”)
pizza luce (i’ve been there)
patriots diner (“i’ve been there”)
slovakia (“i’ve been there”)
slovenia (“i’ve been there”)
the crazy donkey (“i’ve been there”)
dan le sac’s apartment (“i’ve been there”)

- sage francis

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