"Islands" lyrics

I think I'm done
Lost inside this maze, I think it's won
Now I'm gazing at the Sun
Son of Hades, wish Poseidon would've claimed me, I'm at one
With the spaces and the waves and yet I quaver breaking blunts

See, hate is just a feeling, but that feeling's quite robust
And I need at least one, half a million ain't enough
Starving artist, but this starving artist filling up his gut
Got some all-black elephants with the golden tusks
On my all-black pharaoh shit, Supreme on my trucks
You's a bitch, it's like life just went Houdini on yo nuts
Niggas see I'm magic and I got no genies in the cut
Never running from a fight, ain't no weenies in my hut
Think
I think of life and what it be like as a white
See privilege but lame as fuck 'cause I would not have dreads this tight
On tour, I met a girl who told me that she always dreads the night
Well, I'm the night
She replied, "You're just my type" I left it there
With many other conversations in the air
It was hard to walk away from her despair
Couldn't watch her wallow in her bed
Shit is shaky like I'm skating over cobblestone and lead (shit)
Vodka stones and bread (damn)
Mascarpone or Swiss?
Mmm, I don't know, I'm on my Al Capone and Kiss shit
Spit that kinda optics that his prophets cruelly miss
And you know I'm rocking purple Buddha project on my wrist, wrist

I think I'm done
Lost inside this maze, I think it's won
Now I'm gazing at the Sun
Son of Hades, wish Poseidon would've claimed me, I'm at one
With the spaces and the waves, and yet I quaver breaking blunts, see

I think I'm done
Lost inside this maze, I think it's won
Now I'm gazing at the Sun
Son of Hades, wish Poseidon would've claimed me, I'm at one
With the spaces and the waves, and yet I quaver breaking blunts