Get In Loser
Get in, loser, we're going home
You want me to scream out the window?
I fucking like you, you already know
Get in, loser, we're going home
I made a wish and I crossed my heart
Sent a drunk text on a shooting star
You're playing hard to get
And these games aren't working for me, working for me
Said you're at a rave with the boys in the band
Wishin' I could come, I could wreck your plans
I'm on the West side, I can be there
Right before two, I can save you
Let's G-T-F-O
Get in, loser, we're going home
You want me to scream out the window?
I fucking like you, you already know
Get in, loser, we're going home
We're going home
You're in the front seat, you plug in your phone
An unknown number, says, "Where did you go?"
So I kick you out on 2nd Avenue
But you know I can't stay mad at you
Let's G-T-F-O
Get in, loser, we're going home
You want me to scream out the window?
I fucking like you, you already know
Get in, loser, we're going-
Red lights, your hands slipping under my clothes
So hot, we're fogging up the window
Mini-skirt and I couldn't look cuter, yeah
So get in, loser
Get in, loser
You want me to scream out the window?
I fucking like you, you already know
Get in, loser, we're going home
I made a wish and I crossed my heart
Sent a drunk text on a shooting star
You're playing hard to get
And these games aren't working for me, working for me
Said you're at a rave with the boys in the band
Wishin' I could come, I could wreck your plans
I'm on the West side, I can be there
Right before two, I can save you
Let's G-T-F-O
Get in, loser, we're going home
You want me to scream out the window?
I fucking like you, you already know
Get in, loser, we're going home
We're going home
You're in the front seat, you plug in your phone
An unknown number, says, "Where did you go?"
So I kick you out on 2nd Avenue
But you know I can't stay mad at you
Let's G-T-F-O
Get in, loser, we're going home
You want me to scream out the window?
I fucking like you, you already know
Get in, loser, we're going-
Red lights, your hands slipping under my clothes
So hot, we're fogging up the window
Mini-skirt and I couldn't look cuter, yeah
So get in, loser
Get in, loser
Credits
Writer(s): Everett Ryan Romano, Madison Love, Leah Kate Kalmenson, Henry Russell Walter, Lowell Boland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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