Lyrics:
the ghost, too confident to be cocky to keep it real
We veto that phony shit and block it like a bill
Whether Bobby by the pound, or Whitney by the ki
We
Is this thing on
Damn
I see ghost nigga
Everywhere I go nigga I see ghosts nigga
Triple anxiety drop a nigga cold I see ghost
Get out your feelings
ambition
Turn track two into a Ten after applying my vision
I see the dark lit by the sparks, fields for the killing
character ark tear you apart, tragedy
Prayin that I make it home
Life is all about the growth
Barley see you though the smoke
Love by few hated by most
I showed you love an you went ghost
You
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
Smoke good weed
It’s too litty on this side
Avoid all issues on the way
Got my homies by my side
I ain’t gotta question if they gone ride
They know
nervous when I see a white van
Live out a store, die back, nigga, cold now
Let's make a movie, then put it on two
Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, it's spooky
no one believes in me
But I'm gonna change it all to get where I need to be
Tint up the windows, erase all my info
Cause I'm going ghost, I'm going
Im in the field with the Zoes
Im in the grave with the zombies
Top five who want smoke
Turn that nigga to a ghost
Like Danny he a phantom
Im in
too long
And I feel their eyes upon me as I walk the sunken road
Crying for the men who bled and died in the fields of Shiloh
And I see the trees where
'Cause baby, we're alright, right?
Right?
I, I wanna see you running through the field sometimes
I wanna see your eyes looking up, throw your hands
that you're a ghost girl
Well to me, you're just a ghost, girl
She's my Ghostgirl
I can see the whole universe inside her eyes
In the end, I'm just
mute when we see the feds
Don't need sixth sense to see the dead
Call of duty we aim at heads
Still in shock by how much he bled
Should've thought bout
Nothin' but ghosts there now
Some say that time stands still
Out on the Western plains
Somethin' inside you's made holy
Baptized by the summer rain
walk through the field where I died
I will fight and let the voice ring true
I am the ghost
Standing next to you
Every night you go to sleep
You
will never fall
Play that field from Sunday to Sunday
County of da kings word to Barclays
Empire State mind so I stand tall
Can't nobody knock me down I
Can tell by the smell that this is that
If I see fuck shit imma call it out
Fresh off a lick and I'm ballin out
Still in the zone and I'm piped up
Don't
I see a girl dancing in lilacs
A roar from the forest
She spins without footsteps
Over the field
Rhythmic and wild
Thin lines arrive around her eyes
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
Ghost
I smoke until the air is comatose and
She embers in my kaleidoscope
Our atoms collide no dope
Lifted like a periscope
Eiffel Tower view by
care bout order
My nigga Shout out my lawyers
I stay making bail
I live for the better
Nigga I stay with that metal
You know it get hot in the field
I'm walkin' by faith
You see the stripes, we highly in favor
He grabbed my sins and He took 'em away
(Woo) Let's ride (Woo) , brother
We cool
scratches on my back
Getting followed constantly
By evil ghosts we cannot see
Knowing there are entities
Captured on our dvd's
Different types of EVP's
fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Screams, in the dark, evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my
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