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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ren
Ren
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dobry Lavr
Dobry Lavr
Songwriter
Dejvid Safar
Dejvid Safar
Composer
Domin Gryz
Domin Gryz
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dobry Lavr
Dobry Lavr
Producer

Lyrics

I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room
'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true
With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies
Wish I didn't care
I know their beauty's not my lack
But it feels like that weight is on my back
And I can't let it go
Com-comparison is killin' me slowly
I think, I think too much
'Bout kids who don't know me
I'm so sick of myself
I'd rather be, rather be
Anyone, anyone else
Jealousy, jealousy started followin' me
Pacify her
She's getting on my nerves
You don't love her
Stop lying with those words
And I see everyone gettin' all the things I want
I'm happy for them, but then again, I'm not
Just cool vintage clothes and vacation photos, I can't stand it
Oh God, I sound crazy
Their win is not my loss
I know it's true, but
I can't help gettin' caught up in it all
Com-comparison is killin' me slowly
I think, I think too much
'Bout kids who don't know me
I'm so sick of myself
Rather be, rather be
Anyone, anyone else
Jealousy, jealousy started followin' me
Pacify her
She's getting on my nerves
You don't love her
Stop lying with those words
Pacify her
She's getting on my nerves
You don't love her
Stop lying with those words
('Bout kids who don't know me)
Pacify her
She's getting on my nerves
You don't love her
Stop lying with those words
Pacify her
She's getting on my nerves
You don't love her
Stop lying with those words
Written by: Dejvid Safar, Dobry Lavr
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