Loser
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (so much cuter)
I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah, my man
Hi shawty
Guy only knows how I got ya (guy look)
I set your finger, you a rockstar
I kinda blame, but you the hot sauce
Ooh, you a little spicy, sugar sweet
And I ain't talking flavor of the week
Way more than seven days, you make me weak
Well, look at me
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (you're so much cuter)
I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah, my man
You must be an angel baby
'Cause you give me life, but at the same time
You still take my breath away (you a five plus five)
Baby I just did the math, you shouldn't worry
'Cause you're the prom queen, and I'm the nerd
Like I'm the broccoli and you're desert
Dinner's served
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (so much cuter)
I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah, my man
Ah, yeah
Uh, yeah
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (so much cuter)
I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah, my man
Hi shawty
Guy only knows how I got ya (guy look)
I set your finger, you a rockstar
I kinda blame, but you the hot sauce
Ooh, you a little spicy, sugar sweet
And I ain't talking flavor of the week
Way more than seven days, you make me weak
Well, look at me
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (you're so much cuter)
I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah, my man
You must be an angel baby
'Cause you give me life, but at the same time
You still take my breath away (you a five plus five)
Baby I just did the math, you shouldn't worry
'Cause you're the prom queen, and I'm the nerd
Like I'm the broccoli and you're desert
Dinner's served
You make me feel like such a loser
'Cause everything about you's so much cooler
And everybody knows you're so much cuter (so much cuter)
I guess that God must have a sense of humor, oh yeah
Hallelujah, my man
Ah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Rajiv Dhall, Austin Niveral, Kyle Thomas Hume
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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