Lyrics:
be ghost whippin'
Oops I think I meant ghost riding
When I get that vet watch how
She let me slide in
In that pussy and you know I'm the livest
And I
[Ghostface]
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 FM, we in God dimension
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise
Shout out
(nowhere) anywhere they can go
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride
hard to
Alleviate the pain of getting your wings ripped off again
Never more than what thou art, I've got the cure for a broken
Heart, you rage until you
HEAVEN
Love is the cure
One time for your mind
I'm after your heart I'm not after your hand
I wanna put Goliath's face in the sand
Give me the skills
I'm good (yea)
Cash up front, put money to my woods (gimmie money)
Pen getting heavier the more it endure, ugh
Rye too sick he the cure (too sick)
the closest thing to a home that I've ever known, but it feels like snow
Miles and days go by and it's a cold December dawn
Now I'm outside Kansas City
I relate to the savage (what up?)
Yeah, this is LOX deep shit
Tell niggas eat shit
We be on our street shit
Ghost
Livin' by the code (G shit)
sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars out
Caught amongst the hungry ghosts that take you by the hand
You used to dream that you would meet a stranger
You used to dream that one day
You would catch
tell me I shouldn't feel me when your hungry asses kept on wilding
Moving in a ghost mode I ain't tryna be seen
Think that you can stop me man I'll make
Encircled by hungry ghosts with their cigarette kisses
Converging hearts painted by lamp lights
But nobody knows who they are
And this feels so right
In
I ain't got time for make believin'
My time is short, but I'm here to stay
No politics will cure the grievin'
So I choose my life, but I choose it
weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from shrinking
Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for
Niggas talk about me but they just talk the most
Niggas talk about me but they hit the holy ghost
Only thing that's gone talk is when that choppa
and the life
We walk by faith not by sight
My blah-blah got you in the La La, Melo
I'm nice with the mic and I am a nice fellow
Tears in my pillow, was a weeping
weary
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from shrinking
Thats the Paddy's cure when'er he's on for
If a Ghost is in my house, I want it
Dressed in sheets by candlelight, I‘ll find it
Blood like ice, I’m hungry
For that love that, will haunt me
alone by myself
Don't know where to go
My mind will nullify
Telling me those sweet words
Trying to pull me out
Just drowning in lies
Taking out this pain
I drunk me a gallon
It ain’t bout cash you ain’t speaking my language
I go ghost I ain’t talkin bout phantom
Me and my niggas we workin in tandem
If i
Slowly are caressing a bottle of beer
And he would like to sleep on her heart
But there is a ghost here, hungry for victory
As a loyal wife
Dreaming
and consequences
Religion strung on weak minds to face the hard life
Your pray is not the cure, people starving, murdered by your intolerance.
The media,
We have no fucking time
Our flesh is burning inside
All we got left is this pain
Nothing remain on this brain
Our heart is stopped by now
Our skin is
prove themselves
To hungry mob and angry crowd
Young men making families proud
By means not meant for light of day
We wish there was a softer way
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