Lyrics:
the ghost types
Yeah, I'm down on U Street
I'm seein' your hoe tonight
Don't give me top if you overbite
I fly with the birds, I'm flyin' high as a kite
Be in
Long nights by myself is when it gets real
Nobody to rely on, no, no drinks, no pill
Drowning in my thoughts I sit up and sit still
And I don't got
the fun, and count the critters today!
One little ladybug, flying so high, Two playful puppies, running by, Three happy birds, singing their song,
to plug three
Talkin' out the side of your neck it ain't a remedy
I just want the whole wide world to remember me
I don't want to have to think you're
enjoyable
There's something about goth girls in short skirts I find delectable
So come back to my shelter you horny little pale raccoon wearing three chains
1, 2, 3, 4.
Left, left, left right left... (repeated a lot)
Here's a little story about girls that ignore me,
And dudes that still scream for
the dial then I flip it the bird
Cause every song that I hear is just totally absurd
It's about as fresh as a turd
Festering on the sidewalk as I sit there
myself, I go by the
name Cease.
See It's good time for change (change)
Good time for pain (pain)
Cause pain motivates all the crates that's in your brain
myself, I go by the
name Cease.
See It's good time for change (change)
Good time for pain (pain)
Cause pain motivates all the crates that's in your brain
a little crazy, but no one seemed to notice his suicidal thoughts written in his opus. What a sad child. Mom and dad cared more about their own personal
Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished
implanted
I ain't sayin' P4, I just sold a P4
Rounded up the P for, a neat little 3 door
1.8 that's a sport
I don't mean, knight rider when I say, it's
what you're told man choke on it
We be near heaven at a quarter to eleven
By three we are thinking of the love we lost
By four we be high,
Thinking
(Brothers and sisters)
[ VERSE 1: Dangerous Dame ]
Fight the power, and the power is drugs
Kills the ignorant, sold by thugs
The outcome?
moved shop down there by leman
Do you remember at the room hoes caughting semen
Do you remember I busted two with the green eye demon
yeah nigga I
Three's a crowd and all for me, to walk the plank, find the shark,
Underwater, in the dark.
The air we breathe, it comes from trees,
Not carried by air
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
Three little birds sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon, so sweet
Little girls, double-dutch
love in seven weeks or more
I wondered if that little bird won't land here no more
You can't count tears in the ocean
In the dying days of June
Three little birds sat on my window
And they told me I don't need to worry
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet
Little girls double-dutch
court fee (what is rap?)
Rap is a summer breeze (what is rap?)
You could listen to rap in the booty club, gettin a dick tease
Rap is strike three (what
steps over a bird on a Wall St. window ledge
Little Wilkie finds a dead cat rotting deep inside the hedge
Mahalia Roach dies on a Greyhound coach in
petty hustlers serve dirt
Meanwhile, my people make it happen
Where the birds chirp
And bring it home like the 3rd verse
Snub, with the granulated gloves
of hours and hit the burger stand
My hands stay tight on the grip you heard
We gotta duck quick, here come the bird (chipp,chipp)
Back on the block, no dope
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