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Lil Ugly Mane Lyrics


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I hate your constant oscillations
You just go back and forth and back and forth again
It′s like your fucking occupation
How you shatter my relief like porcelain

I wait for panic to subside
And scrape the tarnish from my mind
There's never any place to hide
There′s never any place to hide

Rotting home
Rotting home
Rotting home
Rotting home

I hate these courtroom presentations
There's no one here with something to defend
These long obnoxious conversations
They just go on and on and on and never end

I count the stars like anniversaries
From a window of this prison that I'm in
Sometimes the world will show me mercy
Then shattered my relief like porcelain

I wait for panic to subside
And scrape the tarnish from my mind
There′s never any place to hide
There′s never any place to hide

Rotted home
Rotted home




Rotted home
Rotted home

Overall Meaning

In "Porcelain" by Lil Ugly Mane, the lyrics convey a deep sense of frustration and disillusionment within a relationship or possibly within oneself. The repetition of "I hate your constant oscillations, you just go back and forth and back and forth again" suggests the instability and inconsistency of the person or situation being discussed. This constant wavering creates a sense of unrest and unease, as though the subject's actions and emotions are unpredictable.


The line "How you shatter my relief like porcelain" metaphorically compares the person's actions or behavior to shattering delicate porcelain. Porcelain is fragile and easily broken, representing the singer's sense of vulnerability and how easily their peace of mind is disrupted. The use of the word "relief" implies that the singer seeks solace or a sense of calm in this relationship or situation but is constantly disappointed by the other person's actions.


The lyrics also touch on themes of confinement and entrapment, with the mention of a "prison" and a "rotting home." This suggests a feeling of being stuck or trapped in a situation that is deteriorating. The repetition of "there's never any place to hide" emphasizes the sense of being unable to escape or find respite from the constant turmoil and dissatisfaction.


Overall, "Porcelain" delves into the frustration, confusion, and emotional toll that can come from being in a tumultuous relationship or dealing with internal struggles.


Line by Line Meaning

I hate your constant oscillations
I despise how you continuously vacillate between different opinions or actions


You just go back and forth and back and forth again
You constantly alternate between contradictory positions or behaviors


It's like your fucking occupation
It feels as if your main task or purpose in life is to do this


How you shatter my relief like porcelain
You destroy my sense of comfort and solace in a way that is delicate and fragile, like breaking porcelain


I wait for panic to subside
I patiently anticipate the reduction or calming of my anxiety


And scrape the tarnish from my mind
I make an effort to remove the blemishes or impurities from my thoughts or psyche


There's never any place to hide
There is always a lack of refuge or escape from the troubles or challenges I face


Rotting home
Deteriorating, decaying dwelling


I hate these courtroom presentations
I detest these formal legal proceedings or discussions


There's no one here with something to defend
There is no person present who has a valid reason or argument to protect or support


These long obnoxious conversations
These extensive and unpleasant exchanges of ideas or opinions


They just go on and on and on and never end
They persist and continue endlessly without any conclusion or resolution


I count the stars like anniversaries
I interpret the stars in the sky as significant markers or milestones, similar to anniversaries


From a window of this prison that I'm in
Observing these stars from the perspective of being trapped or confined in a metaphorical prison


Sometimes the world will show me mercy
Occasionally, the world displays kindness, compassion, or forgiveness towards me


Then shattered my relief like porcelain
But then proceeds to break and destroy my sense of comfort and solace in a way that is delicate and fragile, like porcelain


Rotted home
Decayed, decomposed dwelling




Writer(s): Travis Miller

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