SHELF LIFE Demo by Kill Bill: The Rapper Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When we was running from nothing it felt like something else
And then I left my shoes to shrivel in the pavement
Digging in my mistress, It's an interview with Satan
Paid in fragrant little plumes of promised self-worth that never came
If only I had stronger will to pack inside this lesser frame
String my guts, let 'em hang
Pop out the minute
Drowning in my ego's how I Popeyes the spinach
I don't punk on wax
Splattered canvas, it smell like charcoal
Never knew my shelf life till I reached to feel my barcode
Cans of manic cancer growth: There's tumors in the rumors!
Came in all alone, but you can say I got my shooters
Keep a pretty piece
Loosen up your grip if I say pretty please
Got no power in the knees
Black & Milds: Kiss of Death
Fuck what you invested. There's no promise left up in my breath
But you weren't there when I needed you most
Got cut in post
I felt your scissors fucking up my shit
You drew a curtain on the final act made of my skin
I'm on your ass, bitch
Ain't moving past this
Now every noise you fucking make is dipped in plastic
I swear to god, I'm just a job
I'm just a fixer-upper man-child
An oak bodied statue person lifting sticks to branch out
There's mirrors in my lids and I don't like what I see looking back
You took it back, I took a path and I ain't looking back
[Bridge]
You took it back, I took a path and I ain't looking back
You took it back, I took a path and I ain't looking back
Not once, not ever
(Please keep running)
(Don't stop running)
You took it back, I took a path and I ain't looking back
Not once, not ever, not in this universe
[Verse 2, unreleased]
When we was running from nothing it felt like something else
And then I left my shoes to shrivel in the pavement
Digging in my mistress, It's an interview with Satan
Paid in fragrant little plumes of promised self-worth that never came
If only I had stronger will to pack inside this lesser frame
String my guts, let 'em hang
Pop out the minute
Drowning in my ego's how I Popeyes the spinach
I don't punk on wax
Splattered canvas, it smell like charcoal
Never knew my shelf life till I reached to feel my barcode
Cans of manic cancer growth: There's tumors in the rumors!
Came in all alone, but you can say I got my shooters
Keep a pretty piece
Loosen up your grip if I say pretty please
Got no power in the knees
Black & Milds: Kiss of Death
Fuck what you invested. There's no promise left up in my breath
But you weren't there when I needed you most
Got cut in post
I felt your scissors fucking up my shit
You drew a curtain on the final act made of my skin
I'm on your ass, bitch
Ain't moving past this
Now every noise you fucking make is dipped in plastic
I swear to god, I'm just a job
I'm just a fixer-upper man-child
An oak bodied statue person lifting sticks to branch out
There's mirrors in my lids and I don't like what I see looking back
You took it back, I took a path and I ain't looking back
[Bridge]
You took it back, I took a path and I ain't looking back
You took it back, I took a path and I ain't looking back
Not once, not ever
(Please keep running)
(Don't stop running)
You took it back, I took a path and I ain't looking back
Not once, not ever, not in this universe
[Verse 2, unreleased]