Still Rich

PAST N PRESENT

THE ISLAND (INTRO)

ME MYSELF &  I

"sample" - Darondo - Didnt I
Fear of the soul, mind control.
Poppin pills just to see where your mind can go.
When im eating cereal, is that high or low.
Soprano got me with the honey combs.
Im dated, but not in the sence that I made it.
No one wants a no one who cant take it.
Who hates it, the facts of life cant change it.
Hes a favorite, to no one that dont exists.
He persist, but with a fake smile, behind mist.
Try out a scheme, with a fever dream, with no team.
Little steam, as if you thought youd be seen.
Whats this thing, whats the point in a fling.
Rap seems a pocket just to take it out of.
My mind thats trapped inside of, a sack of slop,
not what you thought of, off the cuff, its 
monstorous whats made of shtfdfsd

My mind thats trapped inside of, a sack of slop,
not what you thought of, off the cuff, its 
monstorous whats made of the stuff.
Whats between, those ears, nothing it seems.
A void in cream, left out to rot, curdled fiend.
He means well, bent on hell, cant take out the smell.
The stains, ingrained, bring pain when youre out the shell.
What i fell? Ive always been down the well.
No rings, not even on the finger, nothing on the pinger.
Not even a faint whisper on the tip, fat lip, past 
the far side. Near sided thats why you cant hide.
and whats the vibe? whats the feeling, whats right.
Trap it, cook it, serve it and then slide.
Wheres the end though, a benzo or a bullet hole? end permanento

THE ISLAND (INTRO)

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