Kill Bill: The Rapper - A While

Wednesday night: big surprise, I'm rolling up
Busy signal, wish your line was open, but
It's no surprise, I made a rift that made you drift to every wind but mine
I want a different brain
I need a different spine
For a while I was afraid to look in mirrors
Dealing with it got these wrinkles looking clearer
Late at night, I guess I'm drinking through my fears
It's just another conversation with the moon from my cocoon
On 1%
Weak breeze with the pace how I'm running it
Deep breathe through my face through the punishment
Weak knees gotta break, how could one predict?
I was chasing every scent to smell the poison
Quiet halls bent back to let the noise in
Passing blunts with the crew, I'm hella noided
Let me preface
Is it death on my mind? This point in time?
I want to say no
You pay for what you pay for
Woods by the caseload
At the risk of seeming queso
Mask off
Glen Jacobs, I'm not able
Every turnbuckle pyrotech
Execution; they'll behead you just to spite your neck

Toes touch snow, I was froze in regret
Another lonely night getting blowed for the stress
Dug another hole, how low could it get?

Toes touch snow, I was froze in regret
Another lonely night getting blowed for the stress
Dug another hole, how low could get, get, get, get, get?

Counting foreign bodies
Origami how I folded
I found and tore the copy
Sorta sloppy with my motives
I don't think you can see it
But I can promise it was there
I could promise that I meant it
I can't promise that you'd care
I made a lot of promises
I promise that I meant them
I promise I regret painting our time with these addendums
I promise that when looking back on everything, I miss it
I promise if I could, I would go back and do shit different
And now we only talk through lyrics you won't ever hear
I really hope you find yourself and have a better year
Passion burns blue, and every vein is everclear
I mourn for every affirmation spoke that ever left your ear
Smooth talker, now I'm speechless
I know I made some errors that were borderline egregious
Cut a couple corners that would mortify the seamstress
Used to sleep with you, now I'm sorta-kinda sleepless

Toes touch snow, I was froze in regret
Another lonely night getting blowed for the stress
Dug another hole, how low could it get?

Toes touch snow, I was froze in regret
Another lonely night getting blowed for the stress
Dug another hole, how low could get, get, get, get, get?

Written by:
Dennis Nettles

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