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to get some peace
It's all in my head, yeah, now that we know
You was my baby, but now you a ghost
It's dark in my head, and I think about the past, yeah

But at my core I'm feeling more than just a ghost of a joke.
Honestly, most of who I choose to be is new to me.
I'm medicated, celebrate it, 
Take your

Scaring the hoes, niggas Kruger to bitches
Pop me a bottle and drown in my wishes
Life is a story that's ghost wrote by dickens
Sudo be cheffing my foot in

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

without the doll
I'm so appalled
Bitches cant mess with the clique
Sweet chin music and shit
Middle of the ocean but
Stopped by saint kitts
Remove the u hoe

I had to ghost her
I remember chasing love, got my heart broken
Now I'm a dog to these hoes till this game over

Having brunch by the water on some

here right now, it won't last
It's perfectly normal, all y'all aghast I am the monster, like a ghost with a mask
Pull out my knife, now you been slashed

whatever she wears
Lost that lovely feeling
Guided by night, red in her eyes
Blends with the shadows
The bottle is dry, she lays there and cries
Drowning her

With that, the huncho is spoken
I drop the pen and let the ink dry
And these niggas piss me off and I see red
Like we got pink eye from the east side

Motivate these streets, niggas call me a pastor
I know a thousand ways to get this money faster
Chillin' in the ghost, got me feelin' like Casper, nigga

and see the tides
Thought you seen a fucking ghost but it was slimmy in disguise

See the flies
Cover my body as I creep across the crypt
Take a sip
Now my

sentinels
Out in the window, at the edge of the soul,
The mountain's edge built of hardened clay
Their red sand lit all alone by the lamps,
Now variations

For land, for pride, for reasons unclear,
Why must we shed another tear?

Children play in fields once red,
Oblivious to the ghosts, the countless dead.

connections
Bitches won't leave me alone she stay by my side just for protection
I'm in the VIP she got on her knees just to get inside my section
I fuck that

my brother, lone child another
Now ghosts try to find me vacant
Fighting spirits, red handed
Kneeling down, realising
They're residing by, waiting til'

that picket fence shit
Getting high by a fire, taking moonshine sips
Let me show you how we kick it and it goes like this
If you wanna have fun, you need

watch me ghost

Hundred thousand, that's what I'll gross
Give me a year to be up with the pros
That real rap, that most def, that Nas, Logic, Mac and Cole

a ghost
I'm sorry it's hard to think about how you're doing
Never been the best empath past pain and vain shooting
Past turning on a dime for a dime
While

Running from the shadows
With a dog named Zero by my side
Found her on the street
cll alone now she's hitching rides

cmazing tracker
My faithful

See I'm a Texas mothafucka yeah I'm Texas raised
I'm from the city by the sea and we still choppin blades
Hittin corners, serving fiends in homies

sleep at night no
I don't sleep at night huh
I told her I'm way too high and she don't seem surprised huh
I don't sleep at night we don't stop at red

speak about the woes.
The sky is fill with rain yet who really knows?
I like black & red so think I'm moe.
If I'm throwing up the gunz nobody know.
People

A hint of gold, clenched by white gnarled knuckles.
The only identifying feature of the mass uncovered.
One among many, on and on.
Ghosts with

don’t
waste
time
there’s a ghost in your lungs
a voice in your ear that you love
 
tall
red
fold
you watch as they grow
a face in the gap that you