Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eat, artist - RATKING. Album song So It Goes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: HXC, XL
Song language: English
Eat |
Swelled up and I am blue, purple from bruises |
Just a few couple several rusty screws loose |
No way in hell I’m letting you move thus |
What you mugs might consider think say fuses |
Heckling heads that though I’d slip stupid |
Snuggle up to my sound now as if I shot like cupid |
My lans, my people spit it up to soothe it |
Rearrange with the ruses that rose so ruthless |
Since I was little, I was tied to the music |
Ya should’ve gone in the first day you flew in |
Instead wasted years beating off and goofing |
Dropped out of high but remained a student |
Not one for great speeches but I think I’ll say |
Unsown my mouth with words decayed |
Knees sore walk off the pain, poets die and poems stray |
No day at the beach hopefully |
Try not to slip in of the beast, 'til our next ride 'til we leave |
I need what I eat so i keep eating 'til I’m full |
Mean what I speak so I keep speaking til I’m through |
As I grew pursued brew, don’t look at me rude dude |
You ain’t never cruised in my shoes, my Clydes |
So don’t act like you know what you ain’t knew, my life |
Spit crack, live rap, while my boy weighed OZ’s |
Coke? |
No weed low-key, I drank OE, 'til theres no left, only |
Thing got gold left’s the tostones |
Pops cooked away the trouble of his day |
All the Oxy out his cupboard that I ate, vomit |
Step in the puddle that’d I make, and everything I’m busting is straight, truths |
Everything you publishing is fake |
Back to the Ox the pain up in my stomach that it gave |
Made me nauseous when i’d eat, vomit when I’d speak |
In school, it made me cautious when I’d sleep |
Dr. Degraff please don’t call up my dad, tell him all the possible paths |
I could have took. |
I should have took, I would have took |
If I hadn’t heard or, I wouldn’t look |
At that certain song or that certain image |
When I was living in singular digits, now its double and it’s trouble |
One nine son blind, by the rubble |
I am breakfast, lunch and dinner |
Be my saint I’ll be your sinner |
You’re too near not to hear as we ride |
Beat don’t hurt your feelings, then what’s the point, no point |
Came to you running, heard you starving, glad I heard your hunger |