Loser Baby instrumental (Hazbin hotel)

This song is almost my favorite. (Loser, Baby) Husk: So things look bad, and your back’s against the wall Your whole existence seems fuckin’ hopeless You’re feelin’ filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall Can’t face the world sober and dopeless You’ve lost your way, you think your life is wrecked Well, let me just say you’re correct Angel Dust: Wait, what? Husk: You’re a loser, baby A loser, goddamn baby You’re a fucked up little whiny bitch Angel Dust: Hey! Husk: You’re a loser, just like me Angel Dust: Thanks, asshole Husk: You’re a screw’s-loose-boozer An only one-star reviews-er You’re a power-bottom at rock bottom But you got company Angel Dust: This supposed to make me feel better? Husk: There was a time I thought no one could relate To the gruesome ways in which I’m damaged But lettin’ walls down, it can sometimes set you straight! We’re all livin’ in the same shit-sandwich Angel Dust: I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak Husk: Haha! And you think that makes you unique? Get outta here, man! We’re both losers, baby We’re losers, it’s okay to be a-- Angel Dust: Coked up, dick-suckin’ hoe? Husk: Baby, that’s fine by me Angel Dust: I’m a loser, honey A schmoozer and a dummy But at least I know I’m not alone Husk: You’re a loser Both: Just like me Husk: I got an appetite for gamblin’ Angel Dust: I got an appetite for samplin’ every drug and sex toy I can find Husk: Go ahead baby, sing that song, come on! Angel Dust: I got no holes left to deflower Husk: I sold my soul to save my power Now I’m on that demon’s leash Both: I’m trapped and it gets worse with every hour Angel Dust: You’re a loser, baby Husk: A loser, but just maybe if we Both: Eat shit together, things will end up differently Husk: It’s time to lose your self-loathin’ Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby Play your card, be who you are Both: A loser, just like me #hazbinhotel #loserBaby