Love-sadKID, Miles Powers - Ratatouille lyrics

Ratatouille when I mix ingredients
Eat a can of beans
And call it dinner with some Wheaty Thins
You can call that EDM, I’ma call it noise
Yeah you can call me greedy man
‘least I got it goin’ yeah
I’ma take the blame that I
Already got like Akon did
Fuckin’ sign every tweet up
On some BasedGod shit
What a great idea! Just stating how I feel
Just waiting for my time
Think I grinded off the wheel
You second hand with ya slander
While my records handed to ya
My banter next level
You would think it's pandered to ya
A promise is a promise
Drama ends when I plan it
Calm as shit with no Xanax
Pit stop to piss on your planet
This is organic, yes lord like Paak!
No "P A C" that’s "P A A K, " no class
No cap, when put myself up there with anyone
Ain't he blunt? Oh you gon’ weep
That's a pity son

In my city we be litty litty, roll a blunt
Forrest Gump
I been runnin’ from my problems for a month
For some years more like! Hah, yeah
For some years more like, huh, yeah
In my city city we be
Litty litty, roll this blunt, forrest Gump
I been runnin’ from my problems for a month
For some years more like! Hah, yeah
For some years more like, huh, yeah

Mic check, yo
I been running, I been tripping
Still ain't stopped to tie my laces
Face engraved in pavement
Guess I left a mark
I been jumping, hopping fences, skipping
Dodging all the statements
I just wanna party
You can hate me when I'm gone!
Up to bat, bet I beat the
Ball right out the park, homerun!
So watch me dance around the bases and gawk
And it's a team game, but
Baby I'm the star player, hard favor
Have 'em in the crowd loud, wall shaking
Heart racing and still rocking that same
Ol' subtle sound
Tumbling out with two left feet
But bet I'd still be home tomorrow if
That shit’s left up to me
And ain't no rat inside my
Hat, no quid pro quo, no victories
There isn't too much left to
Be except the king

Been testing laws of
Physics relatively speakin’ i ain’t Big L
Ain't gonna leave your belly leakin’
Barely peaked my head out this morning
Am I disarming?
Clearly not, ‘cause granted I'm bombing
Damn it I'm on it
Like BLAT, that's two in the chamber
Truant no class
Cue the lights, sell the tickets
I'll do addition for that
The last act, hey ASCAP
Back up the Brink’s truck
Leave me with some gold and
My queen, you know, king stuff
King Tut yeah my room's my tomb
Doomed to die here need to park the ride
Yellin’ "Moses part the tide here!"
Kaiser how I'm Permanente, tall and proud
On ascension did I mention
What I'm all about?

In my city city we be
Litty litty, roll a blunt, forrest Gump
I been runnin’ from my problems for a month
For some years more like! Hah, yeah
For some years more like, huh, yeah
In my city city we be
Litty litty, roll this blunt, forrest Gump
I been runnin’ from my problems for a month
For some years more like! Hah, yeah
For some years more like, huh, yeah

Like holy fuck! Oh, woah like holy fuck! Oh
Like holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck
Holy fuck holy fuck, oh
Like holy fuck! Oh, woah like holy fuck! Oh
Like holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck
Holy fuck holy fuck