r.u.i.n. – cheery-o! lyrics
(verse 1)
i use too be on a seafood diet/
i’d see food, then eat it, i ain’t fancy huh, no cheese and wine it/
please don’t rewind it/ please don’t remind him/
ice cream truck music still seduces n’ excites him/
now i try to stay off beef, cause of the hormones/
eating beef, makes me wanna start beef, my warzone/
off the cob corny, love people like the lord does/
and stay on the grind like the coffee in your cup/
evil men covet dough and k!ll for money/
exploit the promised land flowing with milk and honey/
their outlook, get bread and cheese from here till death/
propaganda, food for thought, good it’s not to ingest/
give thanks for life with its crazy nuts and good apples/
so don’t let any of these bad eggs trap you /
blessed are those who hunger and thirst for what’s right/
spoon-fed lies all your life, i’m giving you a knife/
(hook)
went from eating cheerios, to saying ‘cheery o!’/
you want a real rap, oh now, oh here it goes/
went from eating cheerios, to saying ‘cheery o!’/
raise your gl-sses, blare it from your stereos! /
went from eating cheerios, to saying ‘cheery o!’/
you want a real rap, oh now, oh here it goes/
went from eating cheerios, to saying ‘cheery o!’/
life is sweet, but so surreal like cereal/
(verse 2)
allergic to grammar, i’ll never eat my words/
but how will we learn to fly if we eat the birds? /
did belief in father god rape mother earth? /
and did the secular concrete jungle only make it worse? /
the back of my old church/ had berry trees/
they took em’ out/ left a parking lot, such a scary scene/
it ain’t about/ the salary/ it’s all about reality/
but i don’t know how/ to burn a calorie/ without/ kerosene/
can’t live on beer and chips, nope i just can’t do it/
dig it a grave in mud, yup sandshrew it/
they say juicy fruit, is gonna move ya/
fruit will, not the gum, unless you stupid/
we treat our beer like gold and our water like p-ss/
there’s gmos, it seems our problems might persist/
most of us don’t know where our food comes from/
and if we are what we eat, then guess what, we all lost son/
(hook)
(bridge) (x2)
i feed the hungry, you call me a saint/
but if i asked questions about the state/ of poverty/
why people are hungry in the first place/
you’ll just call it a short communist phase/ with mockery/
(hook)
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