LYRICS GAME

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In the sh*t we'll end up alone and outdated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