Tell me what's the matter with your success ladder You never end up on top Fixated on a feeling; high up as the ceiling When will it ever stop?
Well it's only money; It ain't like honey Pure as mother nature intends It's mostly real dirty and about every thirty days It goes away again
Well success ain't about being better than everyone else It's about being better than yourself Well success ain't about being better than everyone else It's about being better than yourself
She was driving her Mercedes through the streets of Haiti As everybody stopped and stared Oh she feels like something; daddy's little pumpkin A grown-ass woman in a high chair
Took her first-world problems to a third-world person And asked for a shoulder to cry She embarrassed herself because a poor person's problem Is mainly just to try not to die
Well success ain't about being better than everyone else It's about being better than yourself Well success ain't about being better than everyone else It's about being better than yourself
Well success ain't about being better than everyone else It's about being better than yourself Well success ain't about being better than everyone else It's about being better than yourself
Well success ain't about being better than everyone else It's about being better than yourself Well success ain't about being better than everyone else It's about being better than yourselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
