here Beautiful losers, beautiful losers Wrong way right, we are the beautiful losers Beautiful losers, don't tell me why we are fools to cry We are the beautiful losers
right here Beautiful losers, beautiful losers Wrong way right, we are the beautiful losers Beautiful losers, don't tell me why we are fools to cry We are the beautiful losers
s getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant 'cause they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will
this wack ass rap, kiss my black ass, 50 Cent Nah, 'em, tell 'em to kiss my black ass The clean parts, the shitty parts My bullet wounds, my beauty
reach A murder of crows judged my every footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful hands in the black
, his beautiful black horse was trying to understand why the ancient rider was crying while looking from his hand to the gloomy sky. His heavy black sword
their malleable identities will be sexually excited by the product which I will then provide. And this planet keeps on drifting through a thick and viscous blackness, every pleasure every weakness will
of happiness, right now Convicts and movie stars, prostitutes and priests Losers and winners, let us look to the east Thanking the sun for another beautiful
's getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant 'Cuz they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will
bit of happiness Right now Convicts and Movie Stars Prostitutes and Priests Losers and Winners, let us look to the east Thanking the sun for another beautiful
s getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant Cuz they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will
this loser's living fortunate Cause I know you will love me either way Most were being good for goodness sake But you wouldn't pantomine You are more beautiful
losers or winners, this music is in us, and it's Not over 'till we say it's finished and G-Unit spinners Will keep spinnin', this is Hip Hop when it's
is saved in the flower of death All the things that are sad are saved inside my madness All I touch will die before the summer is gone All the blackest days will
's over Drunk or sober it's my disorder and you did more than pass the border (X2) Now you will take everything you gave Walk your way loser, you have
getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant Cuz they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will
