Catch The Holy Ghost
Drew Curry
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Make a sinner catch holy ghost Greet the winner, yeah raise a toast Avoid the ones who speak the most I'm the one from coast to coast Since I cut ties They tried to hang me in my formal wear Your formal girl performing here Don't interrupt She sucking up, can't get enough So give it up I'm fresh as f*ck in a cummerbund I'm the realist one, It's cumbersome Hall or Oates Oates and honey, I'm bout my money Till I'm comatose, adios Woah isn't me, it's my enemy Basically, anyone who isn't me Could still fucking get it b I treat loose leaf like Lucy I'm Ricky, Lucy I'm home Lucy I'm home, Lucy I'm home Flip in the middle of the bars It's simple to disregard The rise of a superstar Whippin' his brand new car Sippin' on way to the bar Reaching for his candy stars Wrecking his car Into the guard rail, oh hell I'm Christian Bale, with no money for bail I hear em yell, it's my personal hell This ain't my type party or soirée I'm sorry, I'd rather be in Pompeii Moawing down on edamame I mean eating out ya momma After we took you to the BK Make a sinner catch the holy ghost Greet the winner, yeah raise a toast Avoid the ones who speak the most I'm the one from coast to coast No need to boast or brag But I haven't reached in my bag Of tricks, these pricks done made me sick Regurgitating shit Get up off of Future dick Desiinger clothes don't mean shit to me Did you catch it homie Cooking with the human panda Panda panda panda Got homies in Atlanta They don't mess with them birds Got homies with them eagles They waiting on my word Anything could occur, ninety seven Steve Kerr Turn ya life to a Mr Crabs blur I'm the professor, Hannibals lecture With obscene gestures Suggesting we dissect it, wreck it Put it on the projector I'm Odell Beckam, with no protection I'm getting wreckless These bitches with no neck Are asking me for some necklaces Negligee for the women with no breastasis I'm getting restless, the message That's in the lesson, is acting as a contraceptive I'm constipated with the election They fucked up with the president When they elected Ronald Reagan I talked to the Pagans, I'm paying em To throw you to the pave-ment Wait a minute These motherfuckers ain't saying shit You got too lit Pussy got ya tongue Got abc bitches on ya ykk zippers
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