Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eat , by - RATKING. Song from the album So It Goes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: HXC, XL
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eat , by - RATKING. Song from the album So It Goes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопEat |
| 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 |
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