Loser
Lately this been feeling like a circus
I'm a clown coz I try with no profits on the line
And baby I think that I'm going mental
Stuck in my head trying to figure out a way
Sometimes I feel like you stuck to mess around
Can't find no gold inside this town
And now I'm stuck to you without a doubt
But now my lungs are paying the price
Well, I'm a loser baby that ain't nothing new
Just fucking kill me if you need something to do
I know I fucked up, I didn't think it through
All these pent up feelings were way overdue
Spent too many nights waiting on the phone, holding on the line
Shit, it turns out, all along you were the hypocrite
I loved you more than I'd like to admit
And I wanna get away from here
But you're still real, like the magnetic feel
Lately this been feeling like a circus
I'm a clown coz I try with no profits on the line
And baby I think that I'm going mental
Stuck in my head trying to figure out a way
Sometimes I feel like you stuck to mess around
Can't find no gold inside this town
And now I'm stuck to you without a doubt
But now my lungs are paying the price
I'm a clown coz I try with no profits on the line
And baby I think that I'm going mental
Stuck in my head trying to figure out a way
Sometimes I feel like you stuck to mess around
Can't find no gold inside this town
And now I'm stuck to you without a doubt
But now my lungs are paying the price
Well, I'm a loser baby that ain't nothing new
Just fucking kill me if you need something to do
I know I fucked up, I didn't think it through
All these pent up feelings were way overdue
Spent too many nights waiting on the phone, holding on the line
Shit, it turns out, all along you were the hypocrite
I loved you more than I'd like to admit
And I wanna get away from here
But you're still real, like the magnetic feel
Lately this been feeling like a circus
I'm a clown coz I try with no profits on the line
And baby I think that I'm going mental
Stuck in my head trying to figure out a way
Sometimes I feel like you stuck to mess around
Can't find no gold inside this town
And now I'm stuck to you without a doubt
But now my lungs are paying the price
Credits
Writer(s): Juan Scianca
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