STYLE (IS A LOSING GAME)
Shout out for a real cool child
I'm tryna make it to new waters
You know that I've been I've been running wild
My daddy said I was a charmer
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shoulder and little dots are on my neck
And its a lonely city
I put a smile slide away across my back
City living is a panic
They only ever call me by my childhood name
It ain't a laugh I call already
I guess I learned my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game
I got no reason to go out tonight
I'll probably find the dark end corner
Went into me knows I'm on the ground
You probably say I could of warned ya
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shoulder and little dots are on my neck
And its a lonely city
I put a smile slide away across my back
City living is a panic
They wouldn't even call me by my childhood name
It ain't a laugh I call already
I finally learned my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game
Man is crawling on the station floor
Don't all the suffering a rebound
The screaming pavements in a lavish life
When they see me they put their heads down
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shoulder and little dots are on my neck
And its a lonely city
I put a smile slide away across my back
City living is a panic
They wouldn't even call me by my childhood name
It ain't a laugh I call already
I finally learned my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game
Style is a losing game
Style is a losing game
Style is a losing game
I'm tryna make it to new waters
You know that I've been I've been running wild
My daddy said I was a charmer
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shoulder and little dots are on my neck
And its a lonely city
I put a smile slide away across my back
City living is a panic
They only ever call me by my childhood name
It ain't a laugh I call already
I guess I learned my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game
I got no reason to go out tonight
I'll probably find the dark end corner
Went into me knows I'm on the ground
You probably say I could of warned ya
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shoulder and little dots are on my neck
And its a lonely city
I put a smile slide away across my back
City living is a panic
They wouldn't even call me by my childhood name
It ain't a laugh I call already
I finally learned my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game
Man is crawling on the station floor
Don't all the suffering a rebound
The screaming pavements in a lavish life
When they see me they put their heads down
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shoulder and little dots are on my neck
And its a lonely city
I put a smile slide away across my back
City living is a panic
They wouldn't even call me by my childhood name
It ain't a laugh I call already
I finally learned my lesson all the same
Style is a losing game
Style is a losing game
Style is a losing game
Style is a losing game
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Writer(s): Jonathan David Mc Pherson
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