Rat Race lyrics
by Rare Americans
[Verse 1]
I don't wanna be apart of the rat race
A billion people competing for first place
You may think the cards are even but there’s no ace
They got it locked up baby in the briefcase
I don't wanna be apart of the rat race
Where you tell me what to do and at what pace
No I'm not a trained monkey with a pretty face
I ain’t gonna dance around for ya', no way
[Chorus]
The rat race (Money, cars, fame)
The rat race (Some sh*t never change)
The rat race (Status, power, name)
The rat race (Some sh*t stays the same)
[Verse 2]
Fifteen seconds of fame is the prize of the game
Flaunting all your money, on somebody else's jet plane
I'm not fooled by the frames on your Instagram page
Got a big ol' loan, bought yourself a cage
It ain't even your fault, you need a PHD
To understand the smoke of the industry
It's alluring as hell, and a mighty fine pitch
Man twice I got it scratched the itch
But, "too good to be true" is usually true
And we became apart of a very bland stew
Veggies need to be chopped, flavour formed in a roux
And man let me tell you we prefer our home brew
[Chorus]
The rat race (Money, cars, fame)
The rat race (Some sh*t never change)
The rat race (Status, power, name)
The rat race (Some sh*t stays the same)
The rat race (Money, cars, fame)
The rat race (Some sh*t never change)
The rat race (Status, power, name)
The rat race (Some sh*t stays the same)
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
The rat race (Money, cars, fame)
(Some sh*t never change)
(Status, power, name)
(Some sh*t stays the same)
The rat race (Money, cars, fame)
(Some sh*t never change)
(Status, power, name)
(Some sh*t stays the same)