Ritch Lyrics

Black smears on a hand to the wrist

Was it a marker or a stamp?

Must've been an x

Delicate, delicate

Each finger more brittle than the next

One scar. From a knife?

None of my business

I'm transfixed, I feel comfort

I'm transfixed

In that ink I feel comfort

It's overwhelming and it is very rich

I'm rich

With a quiet curiosity

I'm rich

With excitement and a little fear

I'm rich

Tho I don't know where you came from

I wonder like what if that was here?

Black hair, poorly dyed

Ripped jeans, smell of beer, what do I care?

I'm just a non alcoholic beverage walking out of a convenience store

I'm rich

With a quiet curiosity

I'm rich

With excitement and a little fear

I'm rich

Tho I don't know where you came from

I wonder like what if that was here?

I'm rich and I'm on the run