FYP Lyrics

Loser

I drove my car into a goddamn lake

I'm on my phone you're on my for you page

With that new guy

That new fling

In a new whip

With Gucci

We get it girl I got it girl

Your life's just like a movie

I drove my car into a goddamn lake

I'm on my phone you're on my for you page

With that new guy

That new fling

In a new whip

With Gucci

The stress is going to my head

Can someone come and shoot me

Is he a nepo baby with a trust fund

Does he run guns I don't get it

Man, I work 80 hours a week

When I go out to eat

Still put it on credit

What's the point dog

Pass the joint dog

Imma face that shit

And forget it

But I don't do well with weed

Getting hard to breath

Someone call me a medic

I'm a loser

The truth hurts

I'm a loser

The truth hurts

Loser

I drove my car into a goddamn lake

I'm on my phone you're on my for you page

With that new guy

That new fling

In a new whip

With Gucci

We get it girl I got it girl

Your life's just like a movie

I drove my car into a goddamn lake

I'm on my phone you're on my for you page

With that new guy

That new fling

In a new whip

With Gucci

The stress is going to my head

Can someone come and shoot me

Daddy war bucks

Big big bank

Walking around

Like his shit don't stank

You do you girl

And I'll do me

I got a futon

But it got stains

Damn

Life didn't really go to

Plan

I'm not crying girl I'm just

saying

I don't need no one hold my

Hand

I just hope someone understands

Understands

I'm a loser

The truth hurts

Loser

I drove my car into a goddamn lake

I'm on my phone you're on my for you page

With that new guy

That new fling

In a new whip

With Gucci

We get it girl I got it girl

Your life's just like a movie

I drove my car into a goddamn lake

I'm on my phone you're on my for you page

With that new guy

That new fling

In a new whip

With Gucci

The stress is going to my head

Can someone come and shoot me