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So It Goes


Artist: Ratking
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 10
Year: 2014

Eat Lyrics - So It Goes - Ratking

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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