Tha Joker Lyrics – Can’t Win For Losing

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Can’t Win For Losing

[Tha Joker:]
I hit the lap with a dream
And put my shit on myspace.
Now everybody know my face
That’s why I keep it on my waist.
Straight A’s and I dropped out of fuckin’ school.
So now I’m drinkin’ palmson
And listenin’ to fuckin’ blues.
I’m so confused, my girl say that I’m the one she love,
But she stay trynna find somethin’ that’ll
Catch a nigga up.
And everytime I pray, feel like a fuckin’ hypocrite.
It’s ’cause when everythang was good
I wouldn’t hit my knees for shit.
Ain’t that a bitch?
People wonder why I always wear a frown,
It’s ’cause I done a lot of dirt
And what went up is coming going down (down, down.)
I guess my momma right again,
Learn the hard way,
Everybody ain’t yo muthafuckin’ friend, or yo buddy
Or yo partner.
Grew up without a father, that’s why I gotta be a
Real man for my daughter.
I put hands together and I look up to
The lord and ask him please let’s
Work together, I don’t wanna lose no more.

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[Chorus:]
It’s like I can’t win for muthafuckin’ losin’.
Will I ever make it? I don’t know.
But, I know I gotta lotta niggas and I think
I’m goin’ crazy. I be smokin’
Whole halves by the daily.
I got that bottle puttin’ me to sleep lately.
I’m losin’ my mind.
I’m outta control.
I can’t turn to nobody so I
Turn to the dro.
I stand right in the beef.
Gotta hustle to eat.
Plus my girl steady bitchin’,
‘Cause I stay in the streets.
It’s like I can’t win.

[Lil’ Mal:]
My own girl bring me down,
My momma be talkin’ shit.
Tellin’ me to go to school
And really get on my shit.
But, they get money from me.
From out here sellin’ this weed.
I am the club, got these niggas hollering,
“Free sally b”.
I lost two uncles & my granddaddy all in the same
Year.
I’m drinkin’ liquor, smokin’ killa
And tryna get a deal, for real.
I keep it real, mississippi we next.
We doin’ shows outta town so you know we on deck.
And me and joker stayin’ focused so you know we go’ blow.
Got niggas hatin’ on us now, ’cause we be fuckin’ they hoes.
And my girl; and her momma, they be bringin’ me drama.
But I say “fuck it”
‘Cause it’s nothin’.
And roll up that marijuana.
Get my pad and my pen.
Hit the studio, and go hard.
And I do my own business.
‘Cause dis nigga smart.
And now my girl wanna leave ’cause
I stay in these streets.
And plus my nigga locked up.