Loser – Call Me Karizma

I don’t wear no cool clothes
I don’t have no good friends
Always sitting at home
Oh I swear there’s no end

Cause I swear I’m just a loser, loser, loser
Just a fucking loser, yeah
I swear I’m just a loser, loser, loser
There’s nothing you can do for me

So in the first grade on my birthday got a burley
Made some goody bags for the girleys in class
I got up on the bus, I caught it
Walked up all the stairs like I’ve got it
Inside I’m feeling nauseous
Expected a cheer for my exeptional year
I turned seven but I’m tellin’ you we’re preppin’ careers
I got girls to color shapes for
Artist since the womb
You don’t have to say more my heart is right for you
I got to my locker to stop for some crackers
I saw her and lost all of my nerves and watched her talk to my best bud
My fault I let love mess up my head
What is left now I’ll give up, huh
And I’m still not cool
I’ve been numero two since sumero two

I don’t wear no cool clothes
I don’t have no good friends
Always sitting at home
Oh I swear there’s no end

I swear I’m just a loser, loser, loser
Just a fucking loser, yeah, yeah
I swear I’m just a loser, loser, loser
There’s nothing you can do for me, me

I don’t wear no cool clothes
I don’t have no good friends
Always sitting at home
Oh I swear there’s no end

I swear I’m just a loser, loser, loser
Just a fucking loser, yeah
I swear I’m just a loser, loser, loser
There’s nothing you can do for me

There’s nothing you can do for me
Yeah, I said there’s nothing you can do for me, me, me
I’m just a fucking loser
But will you go out with me?
But will you go out with me?
Girl, will you go out with me?