[William Bell & Quadeca]
Everybody loves a winner-winner
Yeah
[Quadeca]
I swear, they only love me when I'm not there
I know you trust me, but I don't care
I swear that I don't care
I know you love me, but I don't care
[Quadeca]
You know I was born up at the top floor, uh
But I came out at a basement, uh
Mom wanted me to be a doctor, uh
But I came out as a patient, uh (Oh, oh)
Now I get a thousand DMs every day
I had a fan telling me that I saved him (For real)
Saying that he loving everything I make
And I couldn't take a single second out my day to make his (Uh)
I'm just getting number every time I see my numbers (Yeah)
Every time I see the bottom, every time we see each other (Yeah)
Every time I pop a bottle, every time I hit the lotto
Every time I see tomorrow, I just really want another (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm just stuck between the gutter in the rain, and the pain that I'm feelin', but
It's somethin' in the same kinda vain that I'm healin' from (Yeah)
I wonder why I feel so little
'Cause I ain't been on the top, I think I'm somewhere in the middle
I'm somewhere in the- middle, yeah
[Quadeca & William Bell]
I swear, they only love me when I'm not there (There) (Everybody loves a winner-winner)
I know you trust me, but I don't care (No)
I swear that I don't care (Care)
I know you love me, but I don't- (Care)
[Quadeca & William Bell]
So what? So what? So what? (What?)
Hole in my soul, that shit looking like a donut, yeah (Yeah)
(Winner) You and me can laugh together
But, I don't think that that's gon' put it back together
I've been living like I'm stuck under the covers
I know this'll make 'em proud, but I know they gon' need another And another, and another, and another, and another
Like I'm DJ Khaled with a motherfuckin' stutter
'Kay, yeah... today I woke up
Grabbed my phone to check the 'gram, I started scrolling
Got a message from a dude without a profile picture
Shit was long as fuck, I thought that he was trollin'
So I tried to swipe it out, but accidentally must'a opened
I said, "Fuck it, guess I'll read it now that's it already loaded"
Had a sudden premonition, but it faded in the moment
So I focused, started reading, let me try my best to quote it
As he wrote it, it said: "My homie was a huge fucking fan
Used to play your shit every day
He struggled with depression
And he told me that the music was the thing that always set him straight
But I guess it must of gotten too much for him
Killed himself a couple months back, it's felt so fucking long
But it reminded me of him when you popped up on my page
And I went and started listening to a couple songs, so...
...Keep doing you, bro"
He followed up with a post from his friend, it was a screenshot of my track
I clicked the profile full of "R.I.P."s
And the comments, shit, I couldn't even stomach looking at
But all the sudden, in the instant, everything felt grimmer
Read the name again, and realized it sounded familiar
Clicked the DM, to see if he had talked to me before
Saw this was the same kid I consciously ignored (Every-)
A couple months ago
[Quadeca & William Bell]
I swear, they only love me when I'm not there (So what? So what? Yeah! Yeah! So what?) (-body loves a winner-winner)
I know you trust me, but I don't care (What? Yeah!)
I swear that I don't care (No! I don't care!)
I know you love me, but I don't care (So what? So what?)
[ Quadeca]
Apathy
There's no reason to be mad at me
That's just how it has to be
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