Interlude - Zen Studios, Quis Chauncey & Godinho

I'm the motherfucking golden child Bold and wild Old and wise Beguiled by the game, exiled by the fame I was young and dumb, living in the slums Coke up my nostrils so I could visit brothels and I Always let lust control my ways Glaze on my gaze Tryna blaze everyday Mind in a haze, soul in a maze, all day My days have turned to rain and the sun has turned to grey and I Paint it black, everything I want it black nigga Disrespect my brothers promise I will crack niggas Click clack bring it back finna blast niggas My squad is on the come up What? are you mad nigga? Once I started rapping I started writing real shit Hear the pain in my bars, niggas feel this King Midas everything I touch turns to gold Trying hard everyday to break out the mold I was sold on a life, all told by the greats, a Stream of endless women In the kitchen Tasting semen Whispered by a demon On a mission make me listen, make a killing with this sinning yo I looked in the mirror and I was the villian I threw away my smiles for a very clouded vision As I hit the floor man my crimson stained the table linen My rhymes are so scary like a fucking ghoul has a risen One day I'll make a living off these bars I have written, it's Only the beginning The dominion Flow so wet like I'm swimming, yeah, shit I ain't even finish! Look, let me bring it back I'm the motherfucking golden child Old and wise Golden eyes King Midas everything I touch turns to gold My soul inside me is rotting away with some black mold There will always be room for improvement while I'm fucking all these women in my room for improvement I'm Brushing teeth get this taste of pussy out my mouth Crushing feats bout to waste this bully with his doubts Running beats finna ace this purely for some clout Freestyling off the top of my head, with, not much else to say, yeah Welcome to the tape, Room for Improvement!

I'm the night stalker, everything is black and white Paint it black, I don't wanna see the sunlight In the shadow of my own room, talking to my demons Telling me to sell my soul, shit I might just consider it, all these faces so unfamiliar, it's Tiresome I'm the lone drifter walking upon the boulevard of broken spirits With a garrote in my left hand and a mallet in my right This darkness is so bright, these demons bring curious delights Tempting me to commit the worst, to put myself, in my own hearse The storm is coming, I can feel it in the air I see the reaper riding his pale steed known as Nightmare He reaches his hand out to me, and now my life is... So ugly man my life is so fucking ugly Black heart, charred skin, man it's so fucking ugly Tempted by lust, hypnotized by greed, what I'm feeling is unjust Life ain't what it seems Black clouds follow me until the day I die Bury me alive, bury me with all my pride Bury me with wine, bury me with my all lies Then set fire to the casket to burn me and all my ties Let the dust blow, within the wind Let the ashes go, fly downwind Watch as the blades, they go rusty I am not pretty I am ugly

Dead petals in the wind, cut myself on rose thorns Wrap it around my throat and squeeze until I pass out Love will always lose and hate will always win No love in these toxic women Each one a bomb that shakes me to my core I hate dealing with them, but I always ask for more I'm guided by my lust, surrounded by disgust I'll burn every single bridge after I'm done Can't leave room for trust Any semblance of a bond has to turn to dust My love will turn to rust Always filled with guilt but it's just what we discussed, look It's just what we discussed Dead petals in the wind, burn down a meadow filled with all the pretty flowers, I hope it all dies Dead petals in the wind, burn down a meadow filled with all the pretty flowers, I hope it all dies My happiness is a lie, starving artist and my world is filled with grey skies Nip it in the bud before it sprouts, we were a perfect match Maybe that's why we burned out, look I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil, I'm the Devil on a hill Overlooking a sea of dead meadows, I'm a black rose due to noxious soil Cut out my tongue but blood isn't thicker than oil Because these women aren't people but cogs in machines Taught to make me catch feelings in a few weeks I'm tired now, wake me up from this dream please Wake me up from this dream

Out my way, pull up to the place, in his name we pray Never knew that Superman would end up killing Lois Lane Never knew that Kryptonite would end up making blood spill Never knew in Harlem we would end up getting cuz killed I'm lost now, I'm lost how, these drugs numb, my thoughts out These thoughts want my love now, it's too late bitch Love how? Hatred ain't the way to run the game stupid Hatred ain't the way to make this bread stupid Hatred ain't the way to run the game stupid Hatred ain't the way to make this bread stupid Pave the way to make a change, paid the way to make some change Lost a place I call my home, lost a place to call my own She a fire-starter, burning every crib in her path now Back down, against this fire, bug you off the act now Leaning, be careful of the fumes you breathing These toxins break you down and they'll leave you there Bleeding God if you're there I want to let you know the Devil's been Conversating in my ear G7 Deadly sins Rotten skin Broken wings Fallen angel with no faith, in his king My mind is not a good place for me to be alone Staring at my cracked phone Wishing I could go Back in time, when everything was fine On the phone with my ex, I'm crying on the line and I'm crying All the time 1-800-273-8255 I have that stupid fucking number memorized Hoping one day I call, and they not on the line