Loser feat. Lucifer
8 years old
pulled teeth mambo
bball shorts
and dress shirt combo
wearing heelies
with no wheels
sold my soul
and made a deal
fith grader
5 foot 7
still no teeth
high water heaven
xbox friendship
level limbo
still a mess
flaky devil
pre-teenage
wanna be dead
still two teeth
missing from my head
braces bulging
heart is aching
wait 3 years
and i'll be thanking
i'm not afriad of lucy
lucy is my friend
made a trade with the devil
hocked a loogie in his hand
then we high fived
thought i sold my soul for beauty
baphomet had me suffer instead
to teach me the myth of pretty girl girly
was all inside my thick thick head
im not afraid of lucy
lucy is my friend
made a trade with the devil
hocked a loogie in his hand
then we high fived
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