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Immune to Jeers (降速版)

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Your eyes get narrow when my name is read aloud

You twist my success into something weird again

While I'm smiling in the proud group photo of the team

You whisper to your friends that I don't deserve the dream

But all the cheap words that you throw at me now

Roll right off my back like heavy summer rain

I'm too busy climbing higher to hear your noise

You pull at my shirtsleeve but I don't slow down

Your panic is loud but my calm is so strong

The podium stands high where I belong

Your anxious little heart just feeds my fire

So keep on hating me, I never get tired

Cross my name off the list, I'll just climb another wall

Write your worst lines on a slate, I see nothing at all

Your hate is cheap fuel for my forward stride

I'm building momentum, watch the downslide

Chalk dust in the air

Your frown cuts through the classroom glare

But I'm razor-sharp, beyond compare

Your panic isn't my cross to wear

I'm immune to jeers

Your bitter notes just bounce right off my ears

I'm too busy shining for a frown

Each grade I make is just another crown

Watch me now

You made a long list of my small flaws

Each single entry written in bitter ink

I read it over once and gave a shrug

Then turned around and hit another golden mark

Your jealousy stinks like that cheap old cologne

I'm fresh out of your mind, you're stuck in a time zone

You keep tabs on all my moves like a big jealous drone

But I'm already miles above the noise you've thrown

Your bitter comments don't dent the wall I've grown

I've turned all your static into my own song

Each nasty little push just makes my roots go long

You're feeding the fire inside me that keeps me strong

Each sneer you send is just another gust for my sail

I'm turning your cold shoulder into a smooth wind trail

Just watch me sail right past your little doubt

I'm building a bigger ship, you're the mast

Chalk dust in the air

Your frown cuts through the classroom glare

But I've already won the whole race

So throw your tantrum, save your own face

I'm still in the race

Your sour little words just sharpen my blade

I'm too far for your bitter parade

You yell at the wall while I build my height

Yeah, that's right

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