Weerd Science - Unlovable Loser lyrics

Nobody likes me; everybody hates me I've been taking care of myself even worse lately Maybe it's not me an it's everyone else (Yeah) Could it be finally I found fault with myself? Please, I'm well aware for every problem theres a prayer To a god that will only exist when I'm deep in despair And I swear in the foxhole I'm converted forever But I curse his name the next day when the trouble gets better Only a real douchebag would claim that he's religious To snuggle up to a girl that he's known for ten minutes Only a real jerk would have unprotected s** With a girl he just met, tells her he loves her and jets The fact of the matter is I pray I'm the average To seem extraordinary though they're probably bored already By the time I hit the mortuary, no one will miss me In hell I'll make a record with Michael Jackson and Biggie. I'm an unloveable loser Without a job or friends or a future And it's hard to get used to Not havin' money because I used to Uh huh huh, uh uh I'm an unloveable loser With out a job or friends or a future And it's hard to get used to Not selling records because I used to Uh huh huh, uh uh uhuh When I was younger the hunger for rhyming was so overwhelming Now that I'm older I dish it out in generous helpings (Uhh...nope) Nothing is helping, I'm done treading I'm drowning I'm downing every ounce of alcohol around me (Oooh!) I'm trying to make it better, trying to numb some of the sh** That finds its way inside my head an holds on and doesn't forget They say I'm self depricating, I say I'm entertaining They say my new record is awful, I'm a disaster thats waiting To happen every action must have a reaction Why would I listen to an A&R with a fraction of my pa**ion? Sick of producers sayin I can have success Thats why most of my lyrics are: f**, sh**, co*k, or piss This is it (this is it), the final straw This is Weerd Science's final bording call I know the only way I'll blow up is if I'm dead So you can send my royalty checks to my parents instead I'm an unloveable loser Without a job or friends or a future And it's hard to get used to Not havin' money because I used to Uh huh huh, uh uh I'm an unloveable loser With out a job or friends or a future And it's hard to get used to Not selling records because I used to Uh huh huh, uh uh uhuh Ahhh ...Wait a second Maybe things do get better Maybe all this self doubt, woe-is-me, pitty-party sh** is beans, the pits You know? Maybe I'm gonna pay off my tax debt Maybe I'm gonna actually get royalty checks, I dunno Maybe my best friends will stop stealing from me Maybe I'll actually make my parents proud Could you imagine? Holy crap, I figured it out, life is awesome! (Yeah!) (Josh what's up man?, it's Dave, what's going on? Yo) (Look, uh, the IRS called What?) (Seems like you still gotta pay them sixty grand Oh, are you f**ing serious dude?) (Neat raps, though! Thanks...) We are all gonna die alone It's not gonna get any better Oh, God I'm an unloveable loser Without a job or friends or a future And it's hard to get used to Not havin' money because I used to Uh huh huh, uh uh I'm an unloveable loser With out a job or friends or a future And it's hard to get used to Not selling records because I used to Uh huh huh, uh uh uhuh