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Loser Video (MV)




Performed By: Joel Kynan
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Joel Williams




Joel Kynan - Loser Lyrics
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I'm a loser
I'm a loser
I'm a loser
Yeah I'm a f*cking loser
I'm almost twenty-nine and I don't have a thing to show for
Toasted from drinking sprees, and straying from the finish line
Calling my mom cuz I'm unraveling like a thread thru a stitching line
Drums bloated, soul devoted, freeze and sync, my mind is sinking
Brine the keys, I am diseased, sub shaking, kidneys aching
Sometimes it feels like I'm scaping, running from the goals that I'm chasing
Not paying attention to the bets that I'm placing, waiting for a better life
Unable to see things through, daydream or a path to pursue
Am I mistaken, forsaken, fried like the bacon
A snaked in a hole waiting for the moment to take a bite of my soul
My goals are taking a toll, I'm not to be sold
Trust issues are the component of my system that short circuits
Still living like a hermit
I have to face reality, but how can I when I don't know how to identify
What's real or not, who's got my back, I aught to sort my thoughts
Making minimum wage, minimal pay, now I'm a month without dead presidents
What's a dead president worth if all ya citizens are outta work
Still the banks be calling for the monthly payments
Before I was just a nuisance but since the covid-19, now I'm a threat
To any mother f*cker over the age of
Baby boomer, drug consumer, diabetic, booze abuser, pathogenetic
At all costs stay away from this loser
I'm a loser
I'm a loser
I'm a loser
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I'm a loser
I'm a loser
I'm a loser
Yeah I'm a f*cking loser
I'm almost twenty-nine and I don't have a thing to show for
Toasted from drinking sprees, and straying from the finish line
Calling my mom cuz I'm unraveling like a thread thru a stitching line
Drums bloated, soul devoted, freeze and sync, my mind is sinking
Brine the keys, I am diseased, sub shaking, kidneys aching
Sometimes it feels like I'm scaping, running from the goals that I'm chasing
Not paying attention to the bets that I'm placing, waiting for a better life
Unable to see things through, daydream or a path to pursue
Am I mistaken, forsaken, fried like the bacon
A snaked in a hole waiting for the moment to take a bite of my soul
My goals are taking a toll, I'm not to be sold
Trust issues are the component of my system that short circuits
Still living like a hermit
I have to face reality, but how can I when I don't know how to identify
What's real or not, who's got my back, I aught to sort my thoughts
Making minimum wage, minimal pay, now I'm a month without dead presidents
What's a dead president worth if all ya citizens are outta work
Still the banks be calling for the monthly payments
Before I was just a nuisance but since the covid-19, now I'm a threat
To any mother f*cker over the age of
Baby boomer, drug consumer, diabetic, booze abuser, pathogenetic
At all costs stay away from this loser
I'm a loser
I'm a loser
I'm a loser
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Writer: Joel Williams
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