White shirt, cut it up, now I got a white tank
Tattoos that my grandma hates
I was moving at my own pace
Now they got me running, running, rat race
Kiss me then you spit in my face
High notes when you're singing my praise
Low lows, I don't get enough plays
Now they got me running, running, rat race
Don't need your invitation
I'm tired of the conversation
Defy your expectations
Wait, I'm not patient
Oh, got me chasing my tail
Oh, with no wind in my sail
Oh, what's speed if it gets you nowhere?
What's speed if it gets me nowhere?
Bang-bang and I'm off to the races
Bad day, gave me pills and they told me, "Meditate"
"Oh my god, you're a genius, thanks"
No offense, but I got my own ways
Go running, running, running, rat race
The world's gonna burn down in one day
But the Daily Mail said it's okay
If you smile first on the front page
Go fuck your stupid fuckin' rat race
Got them in information
Poison, I'm generation
Treat us like databases
These kids need inspiration
Oh, got me chasing my tail
Oh, with no wind in my sail
Oh, what's speed if it gets you nowhere?
What's speed if it gets me nowhere?
Bang-bang and I'm off to the races
Running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
And around, around, around, around, around
Running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
And around, around, around, around, around
I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
And around, around, around, around, around
Running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm running
And around, around, around, around, around
I don't wanna get ready with you
I don't need to see your every move
I don't need to read your thoughts on me
Or your notes app apology
Oh, got me chasing my tail
Oh, with no wind in my sail
Oh, what's speed if it gets you nowhere?
What's speed if it gets me nowhere?
Bang-bang and I'm off to the races
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