Broke
Rubber met the pavement, I'mma spare the incidentals
You look like you've seen a ghost, ghost
Rare sentimentals I drop
I bent the block; it was so easy
Look whatever memories I drop when you defeat me
The last one to go was 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 tryna yell at my picture, you tryna talk to my face
You tryna punch the intangible, tryna draw me your trace
It's not that simple
(Sorry)
I guess I couldn't fit inside your stencil
Broke
Teeth met the asphalt; I spare the incidentals
You look like you've seen a ghost, ghost
There's a villain in this storybook
Can't say you attacked him unprovoked, woah
Splattered on the pavement, tryna pick out the pallets
I tried to handle heavy metals, ripped 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
Tall, tired of 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
See I've been thinking for days
Tryna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
Why do I always get in my way
Tryna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
She like the speckles on my car hoods
Put her pussy on her pillow
Fucked her deep into my window that I jumped outside of, mental
I felt hurt and somewhat distanced from my body
Bitter, frozen, crease my brain, and when I snap back
I wake up and then it's cold
Must read my vein-like chapters
In the book that they hate the answers to
If I know, why they laugh at me well
With that devotion, why they laugh at you?
It's hard when your depression sounds like six or seven people
Pitch dead octaves, now the static sounds like operas and cathedrals
When I yell into oblivion, sometimes it whispers back
In the days I feel I might collapse, I hear Grainger call me God
I been floating in my pride
When I feel kitty I'm inside
His mind admired on its own, so it's lonesome
I found less than purpose motion towards
Suicide or potion to relieve me of this course
Of course, I've balanced on emotions, sometimes on death
If I dance amongst the angel, Devil brings to let loose stress
All the vices I try 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
See I been thinking for days
Tryna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here
Why do I always get in my way?
Tryna figure out just how low
How low it could go from here