Lyrics:
my soul
Got me distracted, yeah it put me out my zone
So I had to get it back, making skrt marks on the road
'Cause driving too fast is the only thing
listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me, through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost
In these killin'
listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me, through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost
In these killin'
and keep it cordial
You played a game to feel immortal
Now I'm gone I'm all around you
You feel a presence right behind you
You're a phantom and a ghost
Is
Yeah, aye
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin on Cloud 9
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin
It was written by God, but it came from Quinn
I might be
want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga
The necklace around my neck leave you breathless
High in that cocaine ghost
You down to ride in that cocaine ghost
I'm ma probably die in that cocaine ghost
raindrop like res-er-voir
I seen your her hip, move like j-ag-uar
Staring around like spoon
Till her eye brown shoot through the moon
I came to the door
Look
me a moment
And sometimes I wanna get ghost
Pass me the rock
Pick it n roll
Lost on road
Stuck in the moment
Niggaz be on it
I come with
you wished I would be
Please hang a ghost on the tree for me
Snow and toys and cider take their cue
Santa hats and dancing at the sound
I haven't felt
a mark through the dust on the floor,
And I saw another light,
Under your door,
Not like before..
By this point I thought I would have answers.
I thought
And nigga actin Ghost even avoiding approaching you
But that's alright
Cuz once they think shit sweet
I kill a ghost
Now the streets gotta call me Tariq
I'm
you, I never meant to hurt you
Even the stress'll work you, I miss your old perfume
Promise never curse you, I want you in my circle
Honey right by my
Empty brass hits the ground
We duck into the Circle L
Before they up and turn around, well
Inside, the ghosts of us buy
A map and highways out
Couldn't
Summer cotton, summer corn
Summer hash marks and a scoreboard
Summer, where they fought the civil war
That's what my grandpa said
Picking up
The weeds have all become overgrown
And I know, you hurt down to your ghost
No wonder the marks from your pillowcase
Are always lining up your face
You've
you, I never meant to hurt you
Even the stress'll work you, I miss your old perfume
Promise never curse you, I want you in my circle
Honey right by my
care of my family (Yeah, yeah)
Brother don't got to sell rock by the Dollar Tree (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome
Ain't want you
Yo don't mean to wake you up, but is the ghost of Christmas past
My bad I didn't mean to spook you homie just relax
But I want to talk, 'cause I can
People around the world every year, always ask me, why do they call you the queen of Christmas? And it's really not an answer I can give in a sound
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
Bundle in the bushes, chopper up in the tree
AK'll light up your chest like E.T.
[E-40] White girl (x4)
(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in
bear (I’m not Pooh)
Now gotcha ensnared (Yea-yea-yea)
For I’m a nightmare, yuh
I am a, ghost in da dark (Ghost in da dark)
Come around the corner then
the last time you had a tree
For reference or for reverence
Irrevocable amnesty
For sure, by now, you're so far gone
To track would be insanity
Ingrain
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