Ich hass dich (feat. Chapo102)

All the top model-types' numbers in your phone
You've not even had a basket, except one with presents
It wouldn't surprise me if you were suddenly the president
Because everyone gives it to you out of their hands, you son of a bitch
And you know what it's like with these taxes and finances
You've got shares in every well-to-do company
You get everything for free, you get everything in
You're never torn for Christmas 'cause your parents are still together

Groomed, winkle-free
Won the generational lottery
And I drew the short straw
I've always got staples, c'est la vie
Tell me, how did you deserve all that? (Heh)
How did you deserve all that?

And I think I hate you
Your curls, your charm
Your bloody fancy wheelbarrow and the way you shove it
Yeah, I hate you
How do you do so well
With the girls at the bar?
Does no one get that all you say is plastic? (Yeah, hey, yeah, hey)
I think I hate you (yeah, hey)
Maybe it's a little dramatic (yeah, hey)
But, but I hate you (yeah)

Lobster tail and caviar vanish in your Colgate teeth
75-hour job and saving whales on the side!
I'd just love to break your nose, even if it's not worth it
If your dad is your lawyer and your uncle's your surgeon
You've got a Bentley, a boat and your own pilot
And no matter where you sit, it all falls into your lap
A face for Vogue and a house in Saint-Tropez
Your heart will never be broken, says the last cardiogram

Groomed, winkle-free
Won the generational lottery
And I drew the short straw
I've always got staples, c'est la vie
Tell me, how did you deserve all that?
How did you deserve all that?

And I think I hate you
Your curls, your charm
Your bloody fancy wheelbarrow and the way you shove it
Yeah, I hate you
How do you do so well
With the girls at the bar?
Does no one get that all you say is plastic? (Yeah, hey, yeah, hey)
I think I hate you (yeah, hey, hey)
Maybe it's a little dramatic (yeah, hey)
But, but I hate you

And I think I hate you
Your curls, your charm
Your bloody fancy wheelbarrow and the way you shove it
Yeah, I hate you
How do you do so well
With the girls at the bar?

Does no-one get that all you say is plastic? (Yeah, hey)
I think I hate you (yeah)
Maybe it's a bit dramatic (yeah)
But, but I hate you

And I think I hate you
Your curls, your charm
Your bloody fancy wheelbarrow and the way you shove it
Yeah, I hate you
How do you do so well
With the girls at the bar?
Does no one get that all you say is plastic? (Yeah, hey, yeah, hey)
I think I hate you (yeah, hey, hey)
Maybe it's a little dramatic (yeah, hey)
But, but I hate you