Thomas Hatt - sebii/loser Lyrics

Running from your love, yeah, you been trying to kill me
Ever since I fell off, you've been trying to feel me
I've been seeing red, baby, maybe that's the real me
Every single day, I've been running from my feelings
Pardon my French, but I'm fluent in the henny
If you wanna go, I've been posted with a semi
Call of Duty closet, toting on my remi
She be trying to f*ck on my boner like she SEBii
Posted with a nina, tech nina, that's a heater
Yeah it give a fever, do it by my leisure
If its empty mags, then we chop 'em with a cleaver
Yeah you die today, say hello to the reaper
Busted all inside, now she acting like I need her
I don't need her, leave her to the streets
F*cking with my fam, I got John Wick shooters
Just like my ex bitch, you're a f*cking loser
You're a f*cking loser
You're a f*cking loser
You're a f*cking loser
You're a f*cking loser
Shoutout to my ex, she a bitch, she a freak
But I'm on to the next, I've been starving for the green
Yeah these hands bi, and they down to cause a scene
She will catch a .40 if I see her in the streets
I ain't even mad, she just made me who I be, yeah
Eyes on the prize, just living on my feet, yeah
All these haters talking shit, I don't even listen
Eyes closed, ears plugged, heads up when I glisten
Pardon my French, but I'm fluent in the henny
If you wanna go, I've been posted with a semi
Call of Duty closet, toting on my remi
She be trying to f*ck on my boner like she SEBii
Posted with a nina, tech nina, that's a heater
Yeah it give a fever, do it by my leisure
If its empty mags, then we chop 'em with a cleaver
Yeah you die today, say hello to the reaper
Busted all inside, now she acting like I need her
I don't need her, leave her to the streets
F*cking with my fam, I got John Wick shooters
Just like my ex bitch, you're a f*cking loser