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letra de can't win for nothing - symba (usa)

[intro]
you know
a b-tch out here tryna do the right thing
stay on course, you know?
i feel like i done wasted four years of my life in college
it’s b-tches out here suckin’ d-ck and gettin’ ahead
like, d-mn
i’m tryna, you know, stay in motion, do the right thing
be god-fearing
you know, i was raised good but d-mn, a b-tch tired
i wanna go to the turks too, i want my rent paid
[chorus]
and this for all the nights that we spent tryna come up with the rent
i’m tryna stay legit but this sh-t ain’t makin’ me rich
can’t win for nothin’, can’t win for nothin’
when you at your lowest points, some nights you feel alone
even when you right, sometimes you feel wrong
i can’t win for nothin’, can’t win for nothin’

[verse 1]
i woke up this mornin’ with all these thoughts in my head
jumped out the bed and stubbed my toe on the edge (ouch)
girl who i was textin’ last night left me on read
but i ain’t tripping ’cause i hooked up with her homegirl instead (yeah)
my homie let me hold a few dollars to get ahead
i hit the trap and bought a few packs to get out the red
i’m tryna pay ’em back, this sh-t hangin’ over my head
so with all that said, i gotta get to this bread
i’m sick of switchin’ up my approach to get no results
they told me, “work smarter, not harder”, i’m doin’ both (man)
success feels further than ever when you this close
it’s like gettin’ your cable cut on and then you lose your remote
through all the bullsh-t, it’s hard to stay on track
i take two steps forward, four more back, for real
that’s how it falls when you got no one to call
they say you can’t win ’em all but i ain’t winnin’ at all
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[chorus]
and this for all the nights that we spent tryna come up with the rent
i’m tryna stay legit but this sh-t ain’t makin’ me rich
can’t win for nothin’, can’t win for nothin’
when you at your lowest points, some nights you feel alone
even when you right, sometimes you feel wrong
i can’t win for nothin’, can’t win for nothin’

[verse 2]
i get paid on the third, the rent was due on the first
the ‘gram make me feel worse, they takin’ trips out to turks
my girlfriend mad ’cause her homegirl got a purse (man)
for valentine’s day, all she got was d-ck and dessert
you ever wake up some days and feel cursed?
settlin’ for dirt ’cause you never realized your worth
just ’cause you prayed for it don’t mean you ain’t gotta work
just ’cause you got a dream don’t mean you puttin’ it first
i’m on the phone with my homegirl, this what she said (what she said)
“f-ck all these degrees, i should be strippin’ instead”
she feelin’ like she gotta give head to get ahead
when you believe in karma, you choose to play by the rules
and even when you do, you still feel like you lose
which makes it hard to keep it consistent with all your move (man)
that’s how it falls when you got no one to call
they say you can’t win ’em all but i ain’t winnin’ at all (for real)
[chorus]
and this for all the nights that we spent tryna come up with the rent
i’m tryna stay legit but this sh-t ain’t makin’ me rich
can’t win for nothin’, can’t win for nothin’
when you at your lowest points, some nights you feel alone
even when you right, sometimes you feel wrong
i can’t win for nothin’, can’t win for nothin’

[outro]
i’m sick of workin’ hard and doin’ the right thing
d-mn, they don’t respect a good b-tch
they don’t respect good b-tches
but you gon’ make a monster out of me
you gon’ make a monster out of me
all you n-ggas and you b-tches
f-ck school, f-ck doin’ the right thing
just like f-ck stayin’ the course, f-ck takin’ the stairs
i’m finna go get my t–th done
finna go get my body done, b-tch
we outside this summer, f-ck all that
i wanna get into the club, 1942 bottles, n-ggas on my phone
i’m sick of sayin’, “no”
i’m goin’, okay?
’cause bein’ a good b-tch, it got me left outside
and it’s cold out here, my feet hurt
i’m sick of this, i’m done

- symba usa

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