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Second On An Island

Alone, isolation. An island So far from the nearest sign of life No ones is coming, No one is coming Settled in a made to measure place Why are you dragging

And so my story winds on down toward an ending that's been found to come whenever all is said and done. I've lived my life and taken chances and if some

I'm a face-slapper, niggas sleeping on an outfit Call us "Tailor Gang" except we Wake n Bake rappers Slaughter Yelawolf, responsible for haters' actions Y'all on Gilligan's Island

daughter a memo, left stacks in a Benz-o It got hot niggas selling giving out the info He paranoid every 20 seconds out the window Blowing into limbo, he spazzed on

ol skool style Yo jazzy on the wheels me on the m-i-c Lets seewe got a couple of new additions Sumthin new age We got little john on the d-r-u-m-s get

't no body jocking the shit, use an open-toe sandal, just flip-flopping it. Here's one for your play list, "Suck my motherfucking dick". 1st single, you can wait on

never done Maybe talk to the fishes, maybe have some fun Maybe shake my pale fist at the angry stars While I dance a jig under the eyes of Mars When we get to an island

the eye and I So elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurd And your thoughts leave you third isolated No man is an island but I often feel

lets go, come on come on come on, let go It fueled my fire higher, it took me higher higher, up and up and up lets go, come on come on come on,