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the hostess

But hold it! What is up?
The alt-right's coming for your kids
Cover up! And did you guys ever happen see
This study released by Data Society
That

Ghost
Shit, we tried (Mmhmm)
Look at the time (Mmhmm)
Five minutes to nine (Mmhmm)
That's it for tonight (Mmhmm)
Shit, we tried (Mmhmm)
Look

out the plague
You and I we really ain't the same, I could make a hit outta my pain
Live a life that's hindered by the shame, guilt and sadness all one

First couple days From the last big change
I'm haunted by words I couldn't say
I could eat up the night but  still be scared of the day

First things

ghosts
That scares the hell out of the young kids and some of the old
Oh to be the lucky one 
Welcomed back like a prodigal son 
Simba being offered

on his face
Gravitated towards percussion
Mother had the Holy Ghost
Oppressed because she was a woman
Pops did his sermons with integrity
He walked

What
Hahahaha
Yea
To no fault of my own
My thoughts get lost like a dog
Walking the road alone, I'm stoned and zoned
A talking ghost, but with no

ghosts in the night that can't meet their destiny
Cause it's you and me
Built out of thin cards and now they're all crumbling

Saw your kids, they'd look

Cali, where'd you go
Cali, where'd you go
Why did you go

So the story unfolds
The quiet kid became the boy that everybody knows
Left that one

It's constant
Unlike these human beings
Who lie about what it-

Bitch I'm back again this time I'm not gon leave
Disappearing like a ghost walking heart

to win
I'm not proud of it
At heart
I'm still a small town
Northern Ontario raised
Rowdy kid
Mouthy when that whiskey hits
Uggghh
Same old me
Old gun new

And a crash on the way kids
Scratching the surface
But our past lacerated
Wounds still open
They Taste like pennies that they scraping
We should cut the strings

And a crash on the way kids
Scratching the surface
But our past lacerated
Wounds still open
They Taste like pennies that they scraping
We should cut the strings

Cube today was a good day
Swung by Mickey D's, had a fish to fillet
All day, Ry say whatever comes to mind
Like, keep calling me son, cause the kid gon'

Duck Duck Goose
Your turn, quack quack
Man I used to be slapping kids hard as hell in the head back then
Duck
I would duck if I were you
If I were

what the motto be
Its been that since I was reedemed by the cross
I dont ever blow no smoke
He gave me everything I need
Filled me with the Holy Ghost

and done, you're ghost if
You're caught by my team, we run and gun, don't show shit
Do not piss off me, I'm wanted once my foes hit
Cause I box in the streets

that nigga a bitch

Ghost gun in my dip, it's a one-on-one Send shots to this trust, I punch a lung
He beef a nigga, keep a gun, he won't be like me, my

day, you get attached to the business
Second day, you cannot fold or you finished
By the third day, you gotta keep a pole like its christmas (ayy)
I got

sip out the seal
I need a pill to do a drill
Who do you call when y'all get into it
They turn ghost when it's time to ride out
They ain't tolerating

me away

Have you ever seen a dead body
Have you ever seen an endless lobby
Swooped by a flying monkey
Looped in a trance like a zombie
Fashion killer

hand
Get the money by the band
Moving slow we're not friends
I'm for your soul, like a cleanse
Lake Kyle, I got rizz
She like the way that she feeling

Wouldn't be here without all the haters
Ever since you went ghost I got famous
Danny phantom they know what my name is
I scream Zimmy on top of their

and blow some trees You rollin' with a G, baby
Welcome to the madness, slept on couches, fuck a mattress
Comin' from the dirt, now I'm surrounded by