
Scales Kill Bill: The Rapper
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[Hook]
I put my life on the scale
Just to see if it would break
The polygons keeping the shape
It's just another second tick until you meet with your fate
[Verse 1]
I used to think that it was smoke and mirrors
That death was just a stupid plot device
And then I saw my daddy on that table
My vision blurry and my thoughts were white
The slowest train still hits you like the fastest of bullets
If there's a lever for a do over, I'd grab it and pull it
And now my brain is plagued with what-if's that I'll never know the answer to
Cause I was grooving out of step to tempos no one dances to
I ponder what the reaper's like, a man or a woman?
If it works in spontaneity or plans when it's coming
If it's heard my little rhythms, does it care when I'm drumming?
Does it wonder what is broke?
And I don't know but here's to hoping
I'm afraid
[Hook]
I put my life on the scale
Just to see if it would break
The polygons keeping the shape
It's just another fucking question hurled deep into space
I put my life on the scale
Just to see if it would break
The polygons keeping the shape
It's just another second tick until you meet with your fate
[Verse 1]
I used to think that it was smoke and mirrors
That death was just a stupid plot device
And then I saw my daddy on that table
My vision blurry and my thoughts were white
The slowest train still hits you like the fastest of bullets
If there's a lever for a do over, I'd grab it and pull it
And now my brain is plagued with what-if's that I'll never know the answer to
Cause I was grooving out of step to tempos no one dances to
I ponder what the reaper's like, a man or a woman?
If it works in spontaneity or plans when it's coming
If it's heard my little rhythms, does it care when I'm drumming?
Does it wonder what is broke?
And I don't know but here's to hoping
I'm afraid
[Hook]
I put my life on the scale
Just to see if it would break
The polygons keeping the shape
It's just another fucking question hurled deep into space
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