Lyrics

Think that I'm a loser 'Cause now my pants are too low Think that I'm a slob 'Cause I got holes in my shoes Think my cock is like Just like my dirty shirt Well you can fuck off 'Cause I'm working 60 a week You think that life is really tough When your daddy won't buy you a brand new car Take a girl out, she won't fuck you You just bought her a gram of coke Spent all your money on shitty coke I'm not a loser That's right I'm not a loser I'm not a loser Cruise down the boulevard wasting Mommy's gas While you're looking for some kicks on Friday night Your only goal in life is to smoke at joint And decide how you're gonna get laid tonight You are a fucking son-of-a-bitch You arrogant assholes Your pants are too tight You fucking homos You suck Mr. Buttfuck, you don't belong here Go away, you fucking gay I'm not a loser
Writer(s): Al Navetta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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