ENVY
Feeling sick
Turning several shades of green
It’s just no fair
You’re starting to feel mean, ‘cuz
Ain’t it good to be me
Ain’t it good to be me
Comply to comparing
Can’t focus on yourself
Miles of scrolling
Can’t stop staring, tearing you apart
Consume you consumer
Absorbing mainly imagery
Give yourself a disease called jealousy
A.K.A. misery
Ain’t it good to be me
Ain’t it good to be me (yeah)
Now, you’re sick with envy
Must be good to be me
(Yeah-yeah, aye-yeah, aye-yeah, aye-yeah)
I wish my fingers each had a new door
I’d press them to your skin
Inject the purpose
Break through your surface
Each finger like syringe
Your breath would leave
Drop to your knees
Begging for peace
Suddenly froze
You suddenly know
How to finally let go
Ain’t it good to be me (finally let go)
Yes, it’s good to be me (yeah)
Fuckin’ better believe it (better believe it)
It’s so good to be me
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