All day long Bangin' my head against the wall All day long, 'til we're dead and gone And it's all and it's all and it's all day long 'Til we're dead and gone Grow up, be a winner Keep on hangin' on Stuck here 'til I'm gone Boys still throwin' stones

I can't move Freedom, cut me loose 'Cause I need freedom, too I break chains all by myself Won't let my freedom rot in hell Hey! I'ma keep running 'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves I'm telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away

If you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry

One foot, two foot, slew foot, drag Gonna get out my sycamore and shine up my shoes Meet my baby and tell her the news I bet my bundle on a swayback nag And I came home winner with a plenty of swag Swing your honey to the Sugarfoot Rag Dig a little jig

I am a winner, can't lose I am a winner, can't lose, yeah I might pull up in the coupe, yeah Yeah my car don't got no roof, yeah All that fake shit be killin' my mood Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah I am not worried 'bout you Winnin', winnin',

Her face is cracked from smiling All the fears that she's been hiding And it seems that pretty soon, everybody's gonna know And her voice is sore from shouting Cheering winners who are losing And she worries if their days are few and soon they'll have

Everyday takes figuring out how to live, Sometimes it feels like a mistake, Sometimes its a winners parade, Delight and angers, I guess thats the way its supposed to be... Please heal me, I cant sleep Thought I was unbreakable, but this is killing me

Triggered by the aftershock Hit me like a tidal wave Bet on the winners Worst of you's born to lose I can see it in your eyes See it in your face Banging on your chest Acting tough looking unfazed

(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner) Now that's how this shit go! And I know you don't like me spittin' in your motherfuckin' face But ain't a motherfuckin' thing, you can do,

If you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry