Voli - Ratatat lyrics

Chorus: Hey Ratatat, ba** like a demon, no brake lights, no need dem, me drums Go Ratatat, liquor elixir, This gasoline make sure me lungs Go Ratatat, ayiyiyah, Ratatat Ayiyiyah Ratatat Ayiyiyah, Ratatat Verse: See I'm so high but I don't smoke weed Don't do lines but I wrote this speech I tell em I rule the world, they just don't know it You s** at life, so I guess you gonn blow it Not me tho, No middle America, rise to the top like I'm mixed wit some leavener Got it like Nas, it was written, novella sh**, how can I plot if I live wit no character? Highway, I'm cruising from CT to NY, FDR to Houston or Howston, confusing Long as I pronounce the sh** out of my music, I get my exposure, my mentale is nudist And oooh, come and sample this exotic, darlin, ooh Ya know there's something different ‘bout him darlin, oohh Nobody gave two sh**s about him Watch as he's slowly surrounded by all of these labels like I'm up in Staples Guess who gonn be shopping, now, uh oh, hey Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh-oh, hey Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh-oh, hey Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh-oh, hey Marz Ferrer: Your Eyes shut wide With your twisted views of what's right Your Ears tuned in Yet when I speak I'm muted The kings and queens will know my name And Countless stars will shine for me And I will rise above your reign I'm crushing shores like a tidal wave So, baby, better give me some room Before your pedestal you're on becomes my footstool (Chorus) Voli Verse Three: Hello hello hello hello this that arena, that hundred thousand seater Tell the crowd, “put up your fingers, come get swallowed by the speakers” From my city to your city, I go Andre You f**ers takin shots like paparazzi, I go Kanye And baby, oooh, this feelin I'm feelin you're feelin, these white girls are blackin out Black girls are moshin out New Martin Luther, I bring ‘em together, they get off on Voli, Nouveau KamaSutra And shout to Rick Rubin, he down with the music, no cosign is needed but, sh**, I could use it My wallet is useless, car barely moving Camry is slow, in my mind, it's a supra My k**a cam, k**a cam Brokey broke, ridin that k**a cam, k**a cam Ratatat tat, revenge of the nerd, how you mad about that? Now the prom queen want it, get her outta dat dress Wit her cheerleader body, got her pom-poms sweaty, this nerd throw deeper than a quarterback jock, uh uh uh uh oh Hey, baby you next huh Lemme taste your sweat huh On that east indie, huh Wanna see you geek wit me Uh uh uh oh Ratatat Ayiyiyah Ratatat Ayiyiyah, Ratatat Ayiyiyah Ratatat