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still see your ghost)

I think she knows
I see your ghost
She's lying in my bed
But you're all up in my head
I still see your ghost
(I still see

and I set the stack
Sweet treats in my veins, mixed with the green propane
My mask shines bright, I'm the teams Bruce Wayne
Handler prey, strapped down,

on mine
Do you, still feel me all up in your bed?
Good God, good grief, is it all in my head?

Cause these ghost keep standing right next to me
Cause these

For all the really niggas in the Cadillacs
Ski mask up, hit 'er with yo ass up
Better get down, get your head blown
We don't give a fuck, livin' in

to toe
The cloth we was cut from it's still loyalty
Twelve gold slugs
Chanel mask you know it's me
(I'll blow your fucking head off yo
Trrrrrr) twelve gold

hit the phone
I'm a ghost
Yeah, I'm watching you close
You can hear my voice whispering
I'm haunting your soul
Feel the cold as I roam
Through

better than that to get caught in a fight
Nobody man ain't doing this right
Got your girl in my bed clothes off like the light 

And come around here, get

On the merry-go-round |in an inhuman race
\Eye of gold thigh of blue
True is false who is who?
Curl of lip swirl of gown
Ace of hearts face of clown

Faces drink it in

the fuck out of my face
I don't want you I'm just
Tryna hop in my Ghost
Say that you care about me and you love me
I know that you're lying because you

been comin' in fast
Got my heart in a cast, yeah
She dressin' up in her dress, she say for the sake of our love
I'm a rose gold with all your diamonds

taking it slow
Throwing your bones 50 feet in the mold
My wrist and my neck stay incased in that gold
Roping the hoes stay away from the grove
Keep your

tell no tales, keep the ghost talking
Funerals here, acid in his coffin
Cross to the chest, cocktail mixed with something
Mask all up, niggas looking

heart
Homie you fake just Take the mask off
Staying up late and I still haven't ate
Forget bout the past huh
Rapstar
Follow your dreams it's never too

Pillow in Hell
They call me Pillow in Hell
They call me Pillow in Hell
Ain't nothing left to tell
I'm hanging on by a thread
I think I'm already dead

pondering inside my bed like where's the time gone
Institutionalized by the four walls- mind went missing
People staring at me, like what am I on
Burning,

Ghost Is Back

Raekwon

R.A.G.U. Rae and Ghost United

2007

that!)
You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that)
You my first cousin, though, but come on, man
You know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in

the sheets all covered in gold

Welcome to the bed side
Where your dreams all slowly unfold


Come come to the bed side yah

Back to the wall that’s your best

I wear designer so I mask the pain
Cuz I can't go down
Keep the bed rolled out
And my windows down
Cuz I roll that loud
It's a bad habit
But the pain

fairytales meant for my Dad
Similar stories, adjacent to Voorhees the public wear medical masks
I took the flame and I light it
It turned to a flag
It wasn't

scarier than the human stories I tell ghosts,
Chilling accounts with my tongue frozen to bed posts.
The catharses of carcasses whenever threats are close,

by the grain
Looking down my scope to aim
I'm the six in back, yeah we do it like that
I know you all just fuckin' with that
Imma killa, do my best

in, Slower, Instead of quicker
Weak tummies Get sicker
Taken, Advantage, Of, By the slicker
Well, As you kept, Them, It comes as a, Kicker!
Put your

All the pain you hold makes you worth your weight in gold
Shout out brother J.Cole, another one who knows
How long is a piece of string infinity

Poppin' Tags

Future

Future

2017

fuck around kill you in sandals
I was on some cool shit now they want the ana

King Joffy Jo
My body wrapped in gold
Money stackin' tall, now I