Sore Loser

She say I'm a cold-blooded, clean, and methodical killer

Thorough as it gets, but I just threw up in the Sprinter

I can't pay attention, she keep talkin', I don't get it

Took too many Perc'ys, I can't make it through the dinner

I can't take a break, I pop a bottle, it's a bitter

It's a hunnid in the city, but my neck gone winter

She don't wanna fuck unless I take her out to dinner, no

Sore loser, poor me

I don't fit in, it's okay

It's a race around your head

And I don't wanna drive laying in my bed

And I don't wanna try

And she don't get it, all these moods I get in

Make me feel insane, I'ma blow my brain

All these places that I been, can't see too far, wanna fit in

Takin' all the time, you're takin' all the time

I need a drink or two, pop a bottle, bitch

She a model, brah, she say she got model friends

Takin' all the time, you're takin' all the time I need

All my space, ain't it good, blunt indulgent to the face

'Cause it's hell on earth without you

She said, "I could never doubt you"

But I get right back to work

Turnin' clear soda right into purp

Yeah, always after Gucci, lit a party in a hearse

Make a movie with me, but don't fall in love, it hurts

And she don't get it, all these moods I get in

Make me feel insane, I'ma blow my brain

All these places that I been, can't see too far, wanna fit in

Takin' all the time, you're takin' all the time

I need a drink or two, pop a bottle, bitch

She a model, brah, she say she got model friends

Takin' all the time, you're takin' all the time I need