k** Bill: The Rapper - Conversations with Gravity lyrics

[Verse 1] You can take me to a special place Tooth and nail labor; face it. Canines be metal-laced Learn from your experience and never let a lesson waste The circle never ends. God damn this depressing shape Wounds fester under pressure; feel your necklace break The contact with gravity, no neck ties or nooses My feet were made for running, not for rest-time or juking Watch the footwork: Quarter circle, left-right, Hadouken Alcohol with no X-time for proofing. Triple that Not a baller, I just dribble back, trip and splat Face first. No wonder why my face hurts It's k**ing you. I've got to ask, who is k** Bill to you? Nostrils wide with the intake Demi-god walking. All-sparking, that's for Rin's sake She wanna be my boo, but she just ended up my sensei Dojo songs. Smoking slow-mo bongs. Speed up [Chorus 1] Bob-omb vomit. I blow the fire, then five-palm it I'm fine, honest. It goes: Nausea then blood flow And my mantra is snub-nose. Belly 2 next to you I'm trying to be a better dude, but f** what I've invested. True I just wanna stay next to you Til there's nothing here left but you Let me fall, let me fall I just want to feel the ground. Get involved, get involved [Verse 2] You can take me to a special place Suspended animation: I guess you've got Geppetto's taste Puppet strings pull and pick me up and let me lay The circle never ends. God damn if there's a better way Soon bested by the best It's just a matter of f**ing time. Who's next for the effects? It's so sick. You're wackier than Loony Tunes Tripping off the little things. Blacking with a Tsumi Shroom. Hooty-hoo Rebel, no cause. Remain caustic I never had a clue thoughts ran in diagnostics BSOD my free mind. It's just white text Cashing in my chips. Circuit city need a price check She's a devil in a white dress Hang me in the sky, you cruel b**h, are you high yet? Split me open then dissect Lung and liver missing; having fun inside my kitchen, now [Chorus 2] Bob-omb vomit. I blow the fire, then five-palm it I'm dying, honest. It goes: Nausea then d**h blows And my mantra is d**h Note; My Kira's in a sun-dress I'm trying to be a better dude, but then she gets undressed And I just wanna lay next to you Til there's nothing here left but you Let me fall, let me fall I just want to feel the ground. Get involved, get involved