Sage Francis - You Can't Win lyrics

[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** Stuff a flaccid penis 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** 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, s**er 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**er [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-damn 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** 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** 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**er! 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" ... ("I've been there") Puff Daddy's apartment ("I've been there") ... 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") ... (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")