[Verse 1: ivycomb]
Don't want no money
Don't need a fancy car
I don't
Want the title of a movie star
I just want that taste of a little success
Something to call my own
Escape from the tests
I detest
I'm not a supermodel on magazines
I'm just a guy
Who rides the tide
Outside your typical means, ah
And if you catch me in a black limousine
I'd be the driver
Not the rider
Far too doped on caffeine, ah
[Chorus: ivycomb & Stephanafro]
I'm pushin' through the revolving door
But it spins, and it spins
And it spins back around
I'm tryna push to the other side
But it spins, and it spins
And it spins me around
I keep running
I, I keep running
Faster
I don't wanna
I, I don't wanna
Slow down
I keep running
I, I keep running
Faster
I don't wanna
I, I don't wanna
Slow down
Don't want no money
Don't need a fancy car
I don't
Want the title of a movie star
I just want that taste of a little success
Something to call my own
Escape from the tests
I detest
I'm not a supermodel on magazines
I'm just a guy
Who rides the tide
Outside your typical means, ah
And if you catch me in a black limousine
I'd be the driver
Not the rider
Far too doped on caffeine, ah
[Chorus: ivycomb & Stephanafro]
I'm pushin' through the revolving door
But it spins, and it spins
And it spins back around
I'm tryna push to the other side
But it spins, and it spins
And it spins me around
I keep running
I, I keep running
Faster
I don't wanna
I, I don't wanna
Slow down
I keep running
I, I keep running
Faster
I don't wanna
I, I don't wanna
Slow down
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