Lyrics:
I'm enjoying the acoustics
Light jog smooth as cool whip
No games holding no pool stick
No games holding no pool stick
Ay
I'm enjoying the acoustics
suppose. (Well, it's loser's luck, I suppose.)
Slow down,
Or else your feet won't feel the ground.
(ground.)
Inch by
inch, (Inch by inch,)
(Inch by inch,)
a three-time loser
Don't you know that I never can win
(Three-time loser)
Oh but I'm just (Three-time loser)
And I ain't gonna try again
I always thought that
lose a little, or lose a lot
They beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharp
But I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn't
and that's enough
Imagine you going down
You're eyes wide and spinning round
When are you coming down
When are you coming down
Loser
Loser yeah I'm a loser
or lose a lot
They beat us by one point yeah
Them dudes was sharp but I’m a sore loser
So I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn’t of robbed your man
If
She said she listened to my music
She in love with the acoustics
She listens to it everyday Takin' all her pain away
She listens to my music, aye
But
accepted by the cool kids
But then he realized it was foolish
Cuz they were all choosing
A life that was so abusive
He was saved by the music
I don't
The Rap God I do this
Talented down to my roots bitch
Chopped samples on my piano
Acapella acoustic
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get
Eric Idle
VILLAGER #2 : Michael Palin
SIR BEDEMIR : Terry Jones
WITCH : ???
VILLAGER #3 : John Cleese
NARRATOR: Michael Palin
SIR LAUNCELOT : John
step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I'm dope, bitch comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo
Shooter and the victim
(Will live)
Loser and the victor
(Forever)
I'm the worst, even at my best
Especially when brain is directed by my chest
It's hard
on lessons experience, once taught
Continuly proceed by any means see fit
This has been a brief reflection of how I lived
*Chorus*
*Verse 3*
(Feleti)
Allow
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
Man I get a lot of thoses
When the money stack
Yea I knock em down domino
Coming with the Mac
Front door
Through da Back
Cause I know these rap dudes
And they never would come down
Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
hands on my hips and I was sucked into the woven threads
I found myself walking slowly down a back street
In the French Quarter on a hot August night
I
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
take the three-eighty assassinate her like Selena?
I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
Francois:
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leopard-skin anklehigh boots
While I'm jackin' off
Readin' Playboy on a hot afternoon.
I'm a three time loser.
Caught it up in Monterey,
Shook it up in
leopard-skin anklehigh boots
While I'm jackin' off
Readin' Playboy on a hot afternoon.
I'm a three time loser.
Caught it up in Monterey,
Shook it up in
with permanent scars many bruises
Fights that were ruthless, reckless and foolish
Objects bouncing off the walls like acoustics
Steady speaking death
Bitches really like me
Fucking up my white tees
Anaheim 444 wearing Nikes
Open door to the 3rd war feeling feisty
Crush it down pick it off the floor
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