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I work harder than anyone
And I can do it while I'm having fun
Yeah, I'ma get, I'ma get, I'ma get-get better
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I get a little bit full of myself and start dreaming, I can't help it
You keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds
Show me how to doubt myself
And who knows where I'd be without you
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Cry, mine is mine, I clamp my head in the crease
Of a familiar smell, I think the tree is a thief
I'm frying everything that incubates and ever was
Simmer 15 rips before I croak and die
I flipped that maggot out, I sniffed that dragon's brew
I say I'm feeling it when everyone is on my side
Hey, we think we're being admired
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus, Tilian Pearson