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I love the way it feels to be a hater
Something so sweet about thinking that I'm better
Just you wake up every morning, lay in bed
And somehow never ever rise to the occasion
Or even hold up under pressure
But we all know that it doesn't even matter
If I waste away and no one makes some clever
Just as long I've got my ego and it tells me I'm superior
I could probably go a lifetime being barely mediocre
I'd still convince myself every time that I'm better
And when I'm 99 and wasting time and you've lived out a happy life
I still love you
I still have the peace of mind to know if I wanted to try
I could've left you all behind, I could've crossed the finish line
But I'd rather be dissatisfied with everything you do and I
Would rather sit in criticize or watch you from the sidelines
Cause I know no matter what you do or what I don't do
My pride will always come from me telling me that I'm better than you
I love the way it feels to be a hater
I love the way it feels to be a hater
I love the way it feels to be a hater
Something so sweet about thinking that I'm better
Just to wake up every morning, lay in bed and somehow never ever rise to the occasion
Or even hold up under pressure
But we all know that it doesn't even matter
If I waste away and no one makes some clever
Just as long I've got my ego and it tells me I'm superior
I could probably go a lifetime being fairly mediocre
I still convince myself every time that I'm better than you