Loser

Verse 1: Loser I guess the shoe fits So I’m suited and booted just like the groomsmen Handful of berries and juices, prince of Zamunda If I like her, then maybe I should pursue her Put a ring on it before jumping to groom first I know why the caged bluebird singing like Future Cause he knows he might lose her If another man decides to choose her. (Damn) I know ya’ll ain’t accustomed to me cussing, but f*** it I done lost enough and I’m dusted and disgusted My money coming up shorter than (Demonte Boggs?) and a jump ball Try to make her stay or let her go, tough call It could literally go either way, latch harder I told her I’ll make it big one day, and be a pop star Clearly, that s*** was not in the cards Not playing with a full deck I should have stopped from the start, damn Chorus: Loser. I’m losing it. (x 4) Verse 2: Bare minimum of 11 dollars I share 10 of em I know nowadays that’s a rare sentiment N****** is sick, they rather share chlamydia And I don’t relate, I feel like I’m from Area 51 Alien from a distant sun Traveling and what I’m seeing got me unraveling Losing my hair, I had to shave it bald I need glasses when I drive just to save a soul I gotta stretch thoroughly before I play some ball Other than that, I guess I’m just the same Jamall A little older, a little wiser maybe Maybe not, who am I kidding I’m still like a baby I know that sounds oxymoronic like when night and day meet But that’s the very beauty of a life so crazy Maybe I’m jaded, or maybe this drink got me faded Like Kid N Play in the late 80s. I’m losing it Chorus: Loser. (I’m a loser, baby.) I’m losing it Loser. (x3) (I’m a loser baby why don’t you…) I’m losing it Loser. (x3) (I’m a loser.) I’m losing it Loser. (x5) (I’m a loser baby why don’t you kill me?) I’m losing it I’m a loser baby why don’t you kill me? I’m a loser