Charlie Farley Winning With The Losers Lyrics
Winning With The Losers by Charlie Farley
[Chorus: Jason Helms]
I got my cross from a bum and my gun from a preacher (Ooh)
The school tried hard but the streets were my teacher (Ooh)
Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future (Ooh)
But it's a whole lot funner when you're winnin' with the losers
[Verse 1: Charlie Farley]
Yeah I've always learned the hard way
The school of hard knocks raised me
Baptized in bad times and washed in crazy
So these hypocritical individuals hate me
But no matter what I'll always be my momma's baby
A hell raiser blazin' trails and takin' names
My sights set on the top hell yeah I'm takin' aim
And I'm comin' with the ones I started with
Pardon me but y'all have missed the mark
And we bullseyed the game
So get out of the way and don't say we can't be great
Or we're too far gone to be saved
Let bygones be bygones today
'Cause these outlaws that I'm rollin' with are as real as it gets
And they're only gonna get pissed and tell you this
[Chorus: Jason Helms]
I got my cross from a bum and my gun from a preacher (Ooh)
The school tried hard but the streets were my teacher (Ooh)
Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future (Ooh)
But it's a whole lot funner when you're winnin' with the losers
[Verse 2: Charlie Farley]
I ain't just a rollin' stone, I'm mixin' this stone like a mason
To suffocate you suckas who try to put me in cages
Yeah we got tattoos and piercings in weird places
But we'd give ya the shirt off our back just because
It's funny, 'cause they judgin' while preachin' about the teachings of Jesus
It seems they only seein' the demon in me
When in reality an angel stays on top of my shoulder
And thankfully for me I'm bein' watched over
I'll float whiskey river in a saints canoe
And then I'll douse my liver with 200 proof
So if you ain't livin' this with me don't throw rocks from the roof
'Cause real eyes realize real lies and that's why
[Chorus: Jason Helms]
I got my cross from a bum and my gun from a preacher (Ooh)
The school tried hard but the streets were my teacher (Ooh)
Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future (Ooh)
But it's a whole lot funner when you're winnin' with the losers
I got my cross from a bum and my gun from a preacher (Ooh)
The school tried hard but the streets were my teacher (Ooh)
Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future (Ooh)
But it's a whole lot funner when you're winnin' with the losers
[Verse 1: Charlie Farley]
Yeah I've always learned the hard way
The school of hard knocks raised me
Baptized in bad times and washed in crazy
So these hypocritical individuals hate me
But no matter what I'll always be my momma's baby
A hell raiser blazin' trails and takin' names
My sights set on the top hell yeah I'm takin' aim
And I'm comin' with the ones I started with
Pardon me but y'all have missed the mark
And we bullseyed the game
So get out of the way and don't say we can't be great
Or we're too far gone to be saved
Let bygones be bygones today
'Cause these outlaws that I'm rollin' with are as real as it gets
And they're only gonna get pissed and tell you this
[Chorus: Jason Helms]
I got my cross from a bum and my gun from a preacher (Ooh)
The school tried hard but the streets were my teacher (Ooh)
Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future (Ooh)
But it's a whole lot funner when you're winnin' with the losers
[Verse 2: Charlie Farley]
I ain't just a rollin' stone, I'm mixin' this stone like a mason
To suffocate you suckas who try to put me in cages
Yeah we got tattoos and piercings in weird places
But we'd give ya the shirt off our back just because
It's funny, 'cause they judgin' while preachin' about the teachings of Jesus
It seems they only seein' the demon in me
When in reality an angel stays on top of my shoulder
And thankfully for me I'm bein' watched over
I'll float whiskey river in a saints canoe
And then I'll douse my liver with 200 proof
So if you ain't livin' this with me don't throw rocks from the roof
'Cause real eyes realize real lies and that's why
[Chorus: Jason Helms]
I got my cross from a bum and my gun from a preacher (Ooh)
The school tried hard but the streets were my teacher (Ooh)
Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future (Ooh)
But it's a whole lot funner when you're winnin' with the losers