LEARN LYRICS

I totally see the problem
You're hardly inclined to make an effort
Very pessimistic and basically short on charisma
You're like this world, sir
In the sh*t
You've made a lot of progress lately
I've stagnated in a bar drinking with people
You grabbed speed, skills and glitter
I grabbed a gut, wrinkles and weed
I see my life in slow motion
Either I'm alone or I show up with an ugly chick
I'm nowhere near a hype mood
In under 30 seconds I got hurt real bad
I greeted glory for a moment
Partying brings trouble, far from abyssal success
I thought it'd be different
I could've done dirty like a lowly animal
Loser
I spent hours f*cking nothing
Neither the game nor your mom
Wanker
I've never found the road to success
Neither fame nor dough
Relight the joint buried underground
Nothing matters anymore, hand me a beer
I try to act chilled
To take life on the bright side, playing it flex
But when I see the comp it's tense
They're doing crazy stuff, I'm gonna get nexted
I feel like an impostor, they've cut-and-pasted me
In the sh*t we'll end up alone and outdated
In failures, screw-ups and laziness
For you victory, excess and fame
Under pressure I got overtaken
I fall into depression facing reality
You're already in the future, sh*t
Come back, retrace your steps, you see me I'm stuck
Loser
I spent hours f*cking nothing
Neither the game nor your mom
Wanker
I've never found the road to success
Neither fame nor dough
Relight the joint buried underground
Nothing matters anymore, hand me a beer
That's a lot of fails for one plan
That's a lot of projects for hot air
You took seriousness, boredom and a big head
I took the degrees, the fun and the big party
I see my life in skids
Stylish drifts on every page
But I see the others off-beat
In their success, f*ck, they phase
Nothing's changed for the better
Wanker to the max still a friendly smile
I pictured my life far from the skies
Kid, it's not so bad for a lowly animal
Loser
I spent hours f*cking nothing
Neither the game nor your mom
Wanker
I've never found the road to success
Neither fame nor dough
Relight the joint buried underground
Nothing matters anymore, hand me a beer
Loser
Wanker
Loser
Wanker
Loser