Competition is cruel
It forces you to live in an angry present
For me nothing is as good as that heat that beats inside you
And throws you into the fray to assert yourself
It makes me feel better
It's my drug
What a great son of a bitch
I gotta make it
Competition is my drug
I gotta make it
It's my drug
I have to make it
What a great son of a bitch

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