"Competitive Drive"

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Nothing's going to stop my competitive drive,
Especially all this negative vibe.
Thought I was dead,
But here I stand revived.

The more I fall, the more I strive.
Can't compete with this competitive drive.

Five times you put me aside,
Now you know why they say I'm divine.
Don't you know I was made by design?

Dead or alive, I never say die.
Every time you fail, you say you're deprived.

Am tired of this repetitive vibe,
No room for error, no time to decline.
Take what's needed to survive,
Especially this competitive drive.

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