The Black Ace - The Windowsill/Thefloor Lyrics

You've been on the windowsill
I've been on the floor
Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
Spill another drink for sure
You've been on the
Yeah, Rhythm of the Blue, I feel that
Riddle with the ruse, I peel back
The covers of my bed, I'm ahead of the clock
Talk myself down before I nervously tick about my family and
Shit, my job waiting for the callback
I gotta haul ass
Driven by the money for the bills, I just call that Monopoly
Can't go to Jail but I'm in Hell, no
Windows in my mind looking like some cells nowadays
Passion for getting it in ways I can't imagine
From diving in the sheets to diving out my mental madness
Clothes, I don't need them anymore
Got some meds for my heart but my brain turning cold, that's for sure
I'm in love with infatuation
Hurt by my own effort
Sounds like it's just another letter
Bound by the ink in every letter
Scotch turn these bonnets into peppers
Think I need to pull myself together
You've been on the windowsill (Windowsill)
I've been on the floor (I've been on the floor)
Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
Pour another drink for sure (Pour another drink for sure)
Murder on the beat, so sad
Apologies to Moms and Dads
They just lost they kids to the world
A world of competition and self-deprecation
This calls for a celebration, ha
Posters on they walls of they idols
Crosses round they neck but no Bible
They ain't feeling soul, they just idle
If it ain't a sample, they don't like you
Memorize what I like to do
I like my beer ginger, it bites back
I like my eyes for the times, the tears, they fight back
I treat my pens as pals, they write back
My journals MLA to cite facts
My covers, I tell life "design that"
Similes Similac could never settle
Jumping for Jiminy Crickets' pipe dreams like the son of Geppetto
Head down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up
Bowed down, hands clutched, bottles gone, Heaven's Up
You've been on the windowsill (Windowsill)
I've been on the floor (I've been on the floor, floor, floor)
Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
Spill another drink for sure (Spill another drink for sure)
You've been on the windowsill (You've been on, you've been on)
And I've been on the floor (Ay, ay)
Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
Pour another drink for sure (Pour another drink for sure)
You've been on the
I do way more than lie
I do way less than cry
I had two separate verses but this one's the realest
The other one I wrote but this is where I feel it, on the floor
I take my personas on a playdate, children at the core
Song 2, file 12, Heart of War
Sun-Tzu, Martin Luther prophet
Not a King
Balance on my ring
Ying yang, monochrome hues,
Burnt brews
Tender bruise, wounds aplenty
Dilated eyes
Dialectic rhymes
Find what I said if you want it
Ain't a lottery pick, this is hard work
To keep my soul above the earth
To let my dreams define my worth
I'm cursed like any other being
But what's a curse except a cause and effect
I affect those around me, but even I can't sound me out like phonetics
First gen to do it, no genetics
Pound the pavement for aesthetics
But this a different struggle, you don't get it
My hooks are far and few cause they can't carry me
Take a hatchet to a cherry tree, would you believe
I'm not the first to do it, I just do it
Break away sometimes to find myself in pieces, then I need to glue it
A rubber band man that's spinning through the city in the form of records
Even when the game is simple, you can lose playing checkers
If the business mine, then I'll mind it
Switch the carpet to some tile
Now I gotta get up 'fore the devil start reclining

You've been on the windowsill
I've been on the floor
Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
Spill another drink for sure
You've been on the
Yeah, Rhythm of the Blue, I feel that
Riddle with the ruse, I peel back
The covers of my bed, I'm ahead of the clock
Talk myself down before I nervously tick about my family and
Shit, my job waiting for the callback
I gotta haul ass
Driven by the money for the bills, I just call that Monopoly
Can't go to Jail but I'm in Hell, no
Windows in my mind looking like some cells nowadays
Passion for getting it in ways I can't imagine
From diving in the sheets to diving out my mental madness
Clothes, I don't need them anymore
Got some meds for my heart but my brain turning cold, that's for sure
I'm in love with infatuation
Hurt by my own effort
Sounds like it's just another letter
Bound by the ink in every letter
Scotch turn these bonnets into peppers
Think I need to pull myself together
You've been on the windowsill (Windowsill)
I've been on the floor (I've been on the floor)
Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
Pour another drink for sure (Pour another drink for sure)
Murder on the beat, so sad
Apologies to Moms and Dads
They just lost they kids to the world
A world of competition and self-deprecation
This calls for a celebration, ha
Posters on they walls of they idols
Crosses round they neck but no Bible
They ain't feeling soul, they just idle
If it ain't a sample, they don't like you
Memorize what I like to do
I like my beer ginger, it bites back
I like my eyes for the times, the tears, they fight back
I treat my pens as pals, they write back
My journals MLA to cite facts
My covers, I tell life "design that"
Similes Similac could never settle
Jumping for Jiminy Crickets' pipe dreams like the son of Geppetto
Head down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up
Bowed down, hands clutched, bottles gone, Heaven's Up
You've been on the windowsill (Windowsill)
I've been on the floor (I've been on the floor, floor, floor)
Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
Spill another drink for sure (Spill another drink for sure)
You've been on the windowsill (You've been on, you've been on)
And I've been on the floor (Ay, ay)
Beige, torn carpets stained with my sadness
Pour another drink for sure (Pour another drink for sure)
You've been on the
I do way more than lie
I do way less than cry
I had two separate verses but this one's the realest
The other one I wrote but this is where I feel it, on the floor
I take my personas on a playdate, children at the core
Song 2, file 12, Heart of War
Sun-Tzu, Martin Luther prophet
Not a King
Balance on my ring
Ying yang, monochrome hues,
Burnt brews
Tender bruise, wounds aplenty
Dilated eyes
Dialectic rhymes
Find what I said if you want it
Ain't a lottery pick, this is hard work
To keep my soul above the earth
To let my dreams define my worth
I'm cursed like any other being
But what's a curse except a cause and effect
I affect those around me, but even I can't sound me out like phonetics
First gen to do it, no genetics
Pound the pavement for aesthetics
But this a different struggle, you don't get it
My hooks are far and few cause they can't carry me
Take a hatchet to a cherry tree, would you believe
I'm not the first to do it, I just do it
Break away sometimes to find myself in pieces, then I need to glue it
A rubber band man that's spinning through the city in the form of records
Even when the game is simple, you can lose playing checkers
If the business mine, then I'll mind it
Switch the carpet to some tile
Now I gotta get up 'fore the devil start reclining