Poltergeist The Boy Who Broke The Glass by Kill Bill: The Rapper Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
Broke
Rubber met the pavement, I'ma spare the incidentals
You look like you've seen a ghost (ghost)
Rare sentimentals I drop
I bent the block, it was so easy
Loot whatever memories I drop when you defeat me
The last one to go, but still the first one to see me
Giving me the heebie-jeebies
There's a phantom in the foyer and it's walking in place
You trynna yell at my picture, you trynna talk to my face
You trynna punch thе intangible, trynna draw me, or trace?
It's not that simplе
(Sorry)
I guess I couldn't fit inside your stencil
(Broke)
Teeth met the asphalt, I'll spare the incidentals
You look like you've seen a ghost (ghost)
There's a villain in this storybook, can't say that you attacked him unprovoked, woah
Splattered on the pavement, trynna pick out the palettes
I tried to handle heavy metals, rip the stick out my mallet
You tried to live in that palace
I felt my knees buckle under me, I tripped on that balance
Every scale that I see--lopsided, leaning
Talk tired dreams, I think I might just leave the earth
Learning how my demons work, I'm sick of myself, I felt like killing myself
I think your fingers on my throat's the tightest grip that I felt
Waist ripped through my belt, I had my fill of myself, and I ain't been feeling myself
Cause lately "Maybe" been the answer to the infinite question
Bathing in the dark, I took a dip in the spectrum
I think I am a ghost (ghost, ghost, ghost)
[Chorus: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
See I been digging for days
Trynna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
Why do I always get in my way?
Trynna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
[Verse 2: Airospace]
She like the speckles on my karhus
Put her Pussy on a pillow
Fucked up deep into my window
Then I jumped outside her mental
I feel hurt and somewhat distanced
From my body
Bitter folds in
Crease my brain and when I snap back
I wake and dinners cold
Shit
Most view my pain like chapters
In a book they hate the answers to
Informing why they laugh with me
While devulging why they laugh at you
It's hard when your depression
Sound like six or seven people
Pitched at octaves
Now this static sounds like operas in cathedrals
When I yell Into oblivion
Sometime it whispers back
And days I feel I might collapse
I hear grandeur call me God
Damn I been floating in my pride
When I feel kitty im inside
This mind has minded on ownsome
Pluto lonesome
I find less than purpose
Motioned to-Wards
Suicide a potion
To relieve to me of this course of course
I balanced on emotion
Sometimes death
If I dance amongst the angels
Devils bring to
Let me loose stress
All the vices I tie mostly ask my women why they-
Why they wish that they could hold me as I snap my spine in two
And I dream that hatred...
[Chorus: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
See I been digging for days
Trynna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
Why do I always get in my way?
Trynna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
Broke
Rubber met the pavement, I'ma spare the incidentals
You look like you've seen a ghost (ghost)
Rare sentimentals I drop
I bent the block, it was so easy
Loot whatever memories I drop when you defeat me
The last one to go, but still the first one to see me
Giving me the heebie-jeebies
There's a phantom in the foyer and it's walking in place
You trynna yell at my picture, you trynna talk to my face
You trynna punch thе intangible, trynna draw me, or trace?
It's not that simplе
(Sorry)
I guess I couldn't fit inside your stencil
(Broke)
Teeth met the asphalt, I'll spare the incidentals
You look like you've seen a ghost (ghost)
There's a villain in this storybook, can't say that you attacked him unprovoked, woah
Splattered on the pavement, trynna pick out the palettes
I tried to handle heavy metals, rip the stick out my mallet
You tried to live in that palace
I felt my knees buckle under me, I tripped on that balance
Every scale that I see--lopsided, leaning
Talk tired dreams, I think I might just leave the earth
Learning how my demons work, I'm sick of myself, I felt like killing myself
I think your fingers on my throat's the tightest grip that I felt
Waist ripped through my belt, I had my fill of myself, and I ain't been feeling myself
Cause lately "Maybe" been the answer to the infinite question
Bathing in the dark, I took a dip in the spectrum
I think I am a ghost (ghost, ghost, ghost)
[Chorus: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
See I been digging for days
Trynna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
Why do I always get in my way?
Trynna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
[Verse 2: Airospace]
She like the speckles on my karhus
Put her Pussy on a pillow
Fucked up deep into my window
Then I jumped outside her mental
I feel hurt and somewhat distanced
From my body
Bitter folds in
Crease my brain and when I snap back
I wake and dinners cold
Shit
Most view my pain like chapters
In a book they hate the answers to
Informing why they laugh with me
While devulging why they laugh at you
It's hard when your depression
Sound like six or seven people
Pitched at octaves
Now this static sounds like operas in cathedrals
When I yell Into oblivion
Sometime it whispers back
And days I feel I might collapse
I hear grandeur call me God
Damn I been floating in my pride
When I feel kitty im inside
This mind has minded on ownsome
Pluto lonesome
I find less than purpose
Motioned to-Wards
Suicide a potion
To relieve to me of this course of course
I balanced on emotion
Sometimes death
If I dance amongst the angels
Devils bring to
Let me loose stress
All the vices I tie mostly ask my women why they-
Why they wish that they could hold me as I snap my spine in two
And I dream that hatred...
[Chorus: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
See I been digging for days
Trynna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
Why do I always get in my way?
Trynna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here