STYLE (IS A LOSING GAME)

[Verse 1]
Spare a dollar for a real cool child
I'm tryn'a make it to New Orleans
You know that I been out here runnin' wild
My daddy said I was a charmer

[Chorus 1]
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shirt and "Lil' Boxer" on my neck
And it's a long way out the city
A crooked smile and spider webs across my back
City living is a panic
They only ever called me by my childhood name
It ain't a life I'd call romantic
I guess I learned my lesson all the same:
Style is a losing game

[Verse 2]
I got no reason to go out tonight
I'll probably find a darkened corner
Pretending to read Notes from Underground
You'll probably say, "I could'a warned ya"

[Chorus 2]
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shirt and "Lil' Boxer" on my neck
And it's a long way out the city
A crooked smile and spider webs across my back
City living is a panic
They wouldn't even call me by my childhood name
It ain't a life I'd call romantic
I finally I learned my lesson all the same:
Style is a losing game

[Verse 3]
Baby's crawling on the station floor
Your mamma's sufferin' a rebound
The screamin' demons in the luggage line
When they see me they put their heads down

[Chorus 1]
All I got is what is with me
Blood on my shirt and "Lil' Boxer" on my neck
And it's a long way out the city
A crooked smile and spider webs across my back
City living is a panic
They only ever call me by my childhood name
It ain't a life I'd call romantic
I guess I 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