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of your own pain
You in front of you shot at close range

Back To The Script
Back To The Script
Back To The Script
Back To The Script
Back To The Script

port out, escort out the loophole, holy ghost, host

Yo, check from lips to script, from mess to message
To warn about the present, warning from dusk

I couldn't stay behind
Met CaFFeiNe learned the Windows API
Writing bigger apps growing day by day with it
Subclass, trespass, evade rate limits
I'm

can't tell which voice is mine 
Personalities and penmanship don't betray the host identities  
Rebellion against gravity display ghost script

there's gotta be a better way for me
Open these windows and these doors but demons stay with me
And baby that's okay with me

I came in with my heart, what

Oh I can feel it
I'm gaining control
Body's running a sweat
I'm taking over this host
Freedom! I live
Freedom! Evil I give
Spread the fire, burn it

where's my credit
I don't need no script, I don't need no edit
I don't need no script, I don't need no edit
I'm rockin' big stones like I'm Nelly
I

of host
I will open the windows of heaven for you 
Yea yea yes I will
I will open the windows of heaven for you




cnd test Me now in this
Says The LORD

blow in the breeze
Crack a window we gon let in some light
Got a couple homies used to be foes
Flipped the script and now we get to the doe
Man you

teeth
The fight for our lives
No dreams to turn to
Kiss them goodbye
Keep you on your toes
No one has to know
It's all just a gameshow and you're the host

Mighty Healthy

Ghostface Killah

Supreme Clientele

2000

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit' my man Rusty low down
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Monty

Both hands clusty, chillin' wit' my man Rusty low down
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Monty

Off a perc, pop it right, bitch i'm trappin hard
Pick a 5, drop a nickel, bitch i'm dabbin hard
In the stu, fuck a script, bitch i'm going hard
Bad

Is you tryna get rich
You better stick to script
My old homies they switched up
They done flipped the script
And I know a couple cooling kits tucked

We catching dips
Ain't no catching feelings
We gon' sell the rip
Stick to the script
Like a blood or crip
Trying to make a grip
We catching dips
Aint

and a pencil
I pop me a script and start writing scriptures
Just hoping they see my potential
I kept this shit all confidential
Gon get it twisted
I need

Dream world, my world, your wold
And you’re invited to the freak show
Got a lead role, no script though
But we let it roll
Living in pictures,

one's
With papa own's these guns not gonna hate
Or it's what host becomes when
I salivate my saliva's out and quakes
The ground found and breaks Ta make

He ran a blogger at the age of eight and
Stole your passwords from a dark web link
His GitHub's full of teenage snake scripts

My son's so good with

Throwing rocks outside your window gonna make your soulless nights eventful, yeah, yeah
Throwing rocks outside your window, throwing rocks outside

hands with a ghost
Tryna save the love, save memories of their host
I'm staring out the window at a picture perfect view
Wishing you'd remember the ghost

Both hands clusty, chilling with my man Rusty
Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape
Rae co-host
Monty

together don't exist
Twenty missed calls from your bitch
Didn't change, stick to the script
What you put in's what you get
Did a lot of work for this shit

I don't need to brag
I don't need to boast
Too busy making moves
While they doing the most
Now I'm the host
These hoes ain't make the guest list
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