Rat Race
Talia Stewart Lyrics
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Didn't they warn you, babe?
Make my own rules and bend all the rest
Like, whatchu gonna say?
Own all my shit, I'm true to my grit
You're dressing in masquerade
Think you a vice, think you can entice
I laugh when I see your face
Run it, run it and run it, run it and run it, run it and
Run it, run it and run it, run it and run it, run it and
Run it, run it and run it, run it and run it, run it and
Run it, run it and run it, run it and run it, run it and
Hey twisted mister, said you would behave
Runnin' round with scissors thinking I'll be chased
Oo, you wanna talk down to me?
Yellow belly, your tails in between your legs
Thinkin' that I'll let you back in, you cannot win
You're just a rat in my race
Say "she gotta be thick, waist size of her wrist"
Your prerequisites are wack
That will, that must, that should, that could
That might just break my back
And Jack, you ain't nimble
Nick, you ain't quick
Why you think I'd blow your candlestick?
Touch me or sis, you might lose your--
Hear this: we'll never let you near it
Run it, run it and run it, run it and run it, run it and
Run it, run it and run it, run it and run it, run it and
Run it, run it and run it, run it and run it, run it and
Run it, run it and run it, run it and run it, run it and
Hey twisted mister, said you would behave
Runnin' round with scissors thinking I'll be chased
Oo, you wanna talk down to me?
Yellow belly, your tails in between your legs
Thinkin' that I'll let you back in, you cannot win
You're just a rat in my race
Hey twisted mister, said you would behave
Runnin' round with scissors thinking I'll be chased
Oo, you wanna talk down to me?
Yellow belly, your tails in between your legs
Thinkin' that I'll let you back in, you cannot win
You're just a rat in my race
Just a rat in my race
The song "Rat Race" by Talia Stewart is an empowering anthem about breaking free from societal expectations and being true to oneself. The lyrics speak to the idea that people may try to bring others down, but as long as one remains confident in their own abilities and stays true to themselves, they can overcome any obstacle. The opening lines, "Didn't they tell you I was a savage? / Didn't they warn you, babe?" suggest that the singer is unapologetically herself and will not conform to the expectations of others. She goes on to say that she makes her own rules and does what she wants, regardless of what others may think or say about her.
Line by Line Meaning
Didn't they tell you I was a savage?
Haven't they warned you about my fierce personality?
Didn't they warn you, babe?
Haven't they cautioned you about what I'm capable of?
Make my own rules and bend all the rest
I create my own regulations and break the others to suit my needs.
Like, whatchu gonna say?
What are you going to say about it?
Own all my shit, I'm true to my grit
I own everything I have and stay true to myself.
You're dressing in masquerade
You're hiding behind a mask, pretending to be someone you're not.
Think you a vice, think you can entice
You believe you have control over me, that you can lure me in.
I laugh when I see your face
Your attempts to manipulate me are amusing.
Hey twisted mister, said you would behave
Hey manipulative guy, didn't you promise to be proper?
Runnin' round with scissors thinking I'll be chased
You're running wild, assuming I'll follow you.
Oo, you wanna talk down to me?
Oh, you want to belittle me?
Yellow belly, your tails in between your legs
You're a coward, tail tucked between your legs.
Thinkin' that I'll let you back in, you cannot win
You think I'll forgive you, but you can't succeed.
You're just a rat in my race
You're just another player in my competition.
Say "she gotta be thick, waist size of her wrist"
You say that a woman must be curvy, with a tiny waist.
Your prerequisites are wack
Your standards are ridiculous.
That will, that must, that should, that could
All the expectations that are put on me.
That might just break my back
That might be too much for me to handle.
And Jack, you ain't nimble
And Jack, you're not very agile.
Nick, you ain't quick
And Nick, you're not very fast.
Why you think I'd blow your candlestick?
Why do you think I would be interested in you?
Touch me or sis, you might lose your--
Touch me or my sister, you might get hurt.
Hear this: we'll never let you near it
Hear this: we will never let you close.
Just a rat in my race
You're just another player in my competition.
Writer(s): Talia Stewart
Contributed by Kaylee R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Phoebe Burfeind
WTF THIS IS GREAT also creepy, I like it