Hate

[Intro – Spoken)] [First Voice] Yeah… Everybody talk about how they love to win. [Second Voice] But it’s the losses that stick to your ribs. [Third Voice] If you know, you know. This one’s for the ones who hate losing more than they love the shine. (Beat drops) [Verse 1] [Fourth Voice] Look— I don’t chase no confetti, I remember that flop, When the whole room paused and my heartbeat dropped. When they called that name and it wasn’t mine, Whole world tilt left like a bad punchline. Palms all wet, mouth dry as dust, Smile glued on but it’s cracked at the crust. Feet feel stuck while the crowd moves on, Like I’m trapped in a frame and they changed the song. Fast breath, tight chest, thoughts on spin, Every “almost” scream, “you ain’t get that win.” I don’t crave that glow more than I fear that dark, That walk out quiet with a hole in your heart. See, the W’s cool, yeah, it come, yeah, it go, But the L carve deep like a name in stone. I still hear shoes on the floor that night, Every squeak spell out “you ain’t get it right.” I ain’t fueled by the cheers, I’m fueled by the hush, By the taste of that loss sittin’ thick in my gut. So when I pull up loud, when I go full send, I’m just runnin’ from that feeling, I don’t want again. [Pre-Chorus – ad-libs] [Fourth Voice] I don’t want that quiet with the lights all dim. [Second Voice] Whole body relivin’ every slip, every limb. [Chorus – Third Voice] I hate losin’ more than I love the win, That empty room echo still under my skin. It’s not the crown that keep me up at night, It’s the times I walked off with my chest too tight. I hate losin’, yeah, it stays in my bones, Little silent movie that plays when I’m alone. Win feel good, but the loss cut deep, It’s the wrong kind of quiet I never wanna keep. [Verse 2 – Second Voice] I remember one slip, whole world went mute, Taste of dust in my throat, heavy lead in my boots. Didn’t hear no music, didn’t hear no cheer, Just that one bad moment playin’ loud in my ear. Lamp posts lean in like they watchin’ me walk, Concrete crack like it mockin’ my talk. Hands in my pockets, jaw hard as stone, Said “never again” on the way back home. I don’t smile for the win, that’s just payin’ back debt, I’m settlin’ with the nights that I still regret. Each “L” got a smell, got a color, got a feel, Cold sweat on my neck, little sway in my heel. Most folks chase that flash, that fame, that view, I just study that ache in the ones I blew. I ain’t married to the prize on the other side, fam, I just really, really hate whisperin’ “I coulda,” again. [Pre-Chorus – Second & Fourth Voices] [Second Voice] I don’t chase gold, I run from that pit. [Fourth Voice] That long silent ride where you sit with it. [Chorus – Third Voice (solo)] I hate losin’ more than I love the win, That empty room echo still under my skin. It’s not the crown that keep me up at night, It’s the times I walked off with my chest too tight. I hate losin’, yeah, it stays in my bones, Little silent movie that plays when I’m alone. Win feel good, but the loss cut deep, It’s the wrong kind of quiet I never wanna keep. [Verse 3 – First Voice] I don’t dream ‘bout the lights, I replay that fall, That moment in the dark when they didn’t call. Whole crowd fade out, just a hum in my head, While one small voice keep sayin’ what I shoulda said. Walked past hands that reached, eyes on the ground, Every step felt loud, but I made no sound. Room smelled stale, air thick like glue, Like the walls knew somethin’ that I already knew. So now when I move, it ain’t greed for the throne, It’s the way that loss sat in my bones. I remember that mirror, couldn’t meet my own eyes, Heavy little sentence sittin’ under my disguise. Wins flash by like cars on the lane, Nice while they shine, then they gone, no stain. But the losses? Man, they stay on loop, Little black‑and‑white reel in the back of my roof. [Pre-Chorus – First & Third Voices] [First Voice] I ain’t scared of the climb, I’m scared of that drop. [Third Voice] That echo in your chest that won’t ever stop. [Final Chorus – Third Voice (solo, then ad‑libs from others)] I hate losin’ more than I love the win, That empty room echo still under my skin. It’s not the crown that keep me up at night, It’s the times I walked off with my chest too tight. I hate losin’, yeah, it stays in my bones, Little silent movie that plays when I’m alone. Win feel sweet, but it slips too fast, It’s the bitter on my tongue from the ones I passed. (Ad-libs – fading) [Fourth Voice] Never again… [Second Voice] Can’t stand that taste… [First Voice] That ride home… [Third Voice] Yeah… that’s what keeps me movin’.