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My friends sold three hundred tickets in Cleveland
And I think I hate their guts
Cause I spent today counting the ways
That their music really sucks
'Cause after all I'm so much more authentic
And people love the lyrics that I write
It never occurred I might be bitter
'Cause I'm singing in a living room tonight

Jealousy
Always gets the best of me
I was born with a gavel in my hands
But when I try
To see myself with honest eyes
I just wanna be who I think I'm better than
It's so hard to see
Jealousy x3

My little brother gave me advice
And it really pissed me off
How dare he try to be
The older and wiser one
And what made it worse is that he brought up
Things I didn't want him to prove
So now there are two elephants in the room
My brother's advice and my own issues

Jealousy
Always gets the best of me
I was born with a gavel in my hands
But when I try
To see myself with honest eyes
I just wanna be who I think I'm better than
It's so hard to see

I wrote this song to make you think
That I am self-aware
That I am humble, but also wise
And I've got it all together
But if you wanna' know a secret
If you really want the truth
Sometimes the reason I write songs
Is 'cause I want you to be jealous of me too

Jealousy
Always gets the best of me
I was born with blood on my hands
But when I try
To see myself with honest eyes
I just wanna be who I think I'm better than
It's so hard to see
Jealousy x3

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