Lyrics:
To make up for what you can't do on record
Open your eyes twice the size and realise
I'm on the rise and you're on the demise
Ostracized by my reprise
Step
I've been searching for explanation
If you watch your step girl
If you watch your step girl, on me
I've been ready for your
I've been searching for
on in and grab yourself a bud
Ooooh
Welcome to the Losers club
I said welcome to the losers club
This is your captain speaking
Welcome to the Losers
out the door but she stopped like "What?"
Looked to me and then i heard her say
Stop
Don't talk to me
Loser, lame-o, wanna be
Like oh, totally
Totally
I don't know
How it go
On your side
But mines gon roll
There's the door
Thank you tho
I'll let you go
The extro
Man I must confess
I was so
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
and your fucking loser son! (Door slams) I'm outta here! I'm
not dealing with nothing anymore! You piece of shit! I WANT OUT! I WANT OUT!
(Kid breathes
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
can't step my section no more
I got like 20 more whores
Them bitches packing shit better than yours
Need me some Dracula doors
Had a wet dream 'bout
for more
Like Harriet Tubman across the border
Coyotes come out at night (en la noche)
Step to my front door
Con un amor tan dura
Tan dura
Un amor tan
no-man wait
No mistake, when I tell you, your prophet is a fake
You said a contract on a Haitian, three-hundred g's
Your sharpshooters are lousy, we
I'm knockin at your door
With that 4-4 pointed right
At ya fuckin whore i wet em
Her legs, fuckin spread em
Dive in a bitch cuz I get that pussy wetter
of water.
incest may make your grandchild a princess,
sometimes I feel like my life has gone to hell
and all I got is this lousy t-shirt.
I preach
Finders, keepers, losers, weepers
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
Wear your sneakers around sound sleepers
are
You're not a lousy beggar begging for some more
You won't ever give it up whatever you find it hard to afford
Never gonna make a single step back,
crocs
Trousers are lousy, shoes are for losers,
Everybody makes a choice and I choose this
Crocs and boxers
Crocs and boxers
Crocs and boxers
Crocs
Finders, keepers, losers, weepers
Ring around the rosy and I'll catch you if I can
And if you don't say may I, then you'll have to start again
But
please, lie to us some more
Get Gone
All the losers use to say
But who’s loosing who in this new day and age
While they playing the doors with knocks
me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly
try to step
You bring your whole damn crew
Listen to this vato that'll speak
Mothafuckas nothin but reality
So you wanna get em up
But are you down
Finders, keepers, losers, weepers
Ring around the rosy and I'll catch you if I can
And if you don't say may I, then you'll have to start again
But
Threat drops?
We started singing
Bye, bye all you loser pod guys
Tom and Julie roast you cruelly
Till you shut up and die
And good ol’ Brett is
Playing
step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I'm dope, bitch comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
alone
You can step outside into the great unknown
Push the door open wide and walk into the light, so far
You may be lonesome but you're so far from
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