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the  police

[x-raided]
i be stalkin' like jason, nigga i ain't sayin' shit
mask on wit' a machedi in my right mit
ain't gon' be no "chi chi chi.. cha cha cha"

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

confidence
You should use your common sense
Instead pocket watching his
Stutter on the daily
When I rap I lock it in
Really made this from the hair
On my
Baggy

this plain
Is there fate
Is there destiny
Am I in control of my life
Was I ever in control of my life

Dance gothica
Dance gothica
Ghosts laugh demons

need no choice y'all some pussy boys)
(We don't need no choice y'all some pussy boys, uh) yeah

Nigga turned twenty-four
I ain't pulled up in a Ghost

so my mind can run free
But this gold got me trapped, so in darkness I sleep
Gold slugs in my mouth when I mack to the hoes
It's the Return of the Mack

The Ghost of Myself

Pet Shop Boys

New York City Boy

1999

by my shy self
The things we used to do
The sudden ghost of myself
Getting it on with you

Looking back now
I can see
The ghost of myself
As I

I'm drinking champagne one deep in my phantom ghost (Uh!)
Bad bitch with me wonder where my manners go (Turn Up)
My youngings sick, sick, where

in my mama yard, sittin' on E's
I'm bout this fee, I'm bout this fee
Just know what's free
You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth so don't

about to go to all these new places

Like places we'd never expect
In and out of some beef so my ass don't get wrecked
Shots taken at me Im just gonna

like a pool
Made a few racks and i cash it in gold
Cash it in gold and my Neck is on  froze
Told i will  make it buggets  on nose
Came from the buttom we

me alive, bury me alive
So the
Ghosts in my head can finally go to bed
No one can find me
(I been thinking maybe I have problems)
It’s eating me alive,

hard
When you ain't by my side
I see I hear your cries
I know just what you lack
You see it in my lies
You know I want more
Fingertips turned into ghosts

to me, one by land and two by sea
She told me that she loved me, that's a phrase I don't believe
Lost my soul to the keep, and then she rescued me
I

doing slow death again
Allergic to zen, girl stand by with that Epi-Pen
If someone's in my bed that means I'm not thinking
And if I'm drinking with my

Erase mistakes that's in my past, the days when i laughed
Without subconscious worry behind the face of a mask
Haunted by the words, that i've

altered my future without giving up all my gold to get to heaven
Deep as the boats and I never felt threatened, More like beast in the water
I was crushing

your life is in a contrast
Get a mask hide yourself and activate your magnet
Make task by yourself set dream on mandate
Have faith on yourself be

Lithuania

Dan Bern

The Swastika

to get next to them, sometimes I want to drive them all away 
Say: You're not my ghosts, I live in Sunny California, I drive a 1992 Red Chevrolet 
I

(yea)
It's over for you fuck your hopes (ok)
Cotton candy in her nose (yea)
Your man hiding in my robes (yea)
"Maiko" her face is so white (yea)

fading out
I’m only a ghost

In a single bed
You find out that you’re so small
You hold your breath
And throw your clothes on the floor

You feel

and Wesson
A pen in my hand is more dangerous than an army yours
If you wanna fuck with me then we gon send you to the morgue
I chop up a beat the same way I

Down for Some Ignorance (Ghetto Lullaby)

Chief Keef

The Autobiography

2017

the Canon in my hand can you picture this

Hide my pain in the past, behind my face in this mask
Foot to the gas, buck on the dash
I might Spaz on your