I Had It Coming – Rare Americans

I’m looking for a brand-new switch
With hopes I can win big and get rich
I want to see how high I can get up and not die
I’m looking for a brand-new switch
I survived the ropes, and mouths full of soap
The pitch and the slope, the ups and downs of the dope
But I ain’t slow, and I fucking know
In a race down a hole, you can only go low
Go low, go low, go low
Go low, go low, go low

I had it coming
I had it coming
I had it coming, coming to me
I had it coming
I had it coming
I had it coming, coming to me

It was no surprise how this song go
Spoiled to the pure-breed scoundrel
Just a diamond dozen mongrel
They got me slammin’ and bangin’
Slangin’ to hang in
The gang, the clique, the swinging dicks

I’m under the covers, I’m under the bed
I’m under the bus, underfed in the head
My secrets are just nicely rusting, day started feeling heavy as must wins
I’m trying hard, hard to stay composed
But I’m Ray Rice like, fully exposed
And harried up the steps, a stranger bound
Life or death
Calls with a single sound
A palm at my door eerily pounds
I’m not special, same as every cat around
I’m going down, down, down
When karma comes around

I had it coming
I had it coming
I had it coming, coming to me
I had it coming
I had it coming
I had it coming, coming to me

I’m going down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down down down

I had it coming
I had it coming
I had it coming, coming to me
I had it coming
I had it coming
I had it coming, coming to me
I had it coming
I had it coming
I had it coming, coming to me