Lyrics:
When the lightning strikes the pines outside my window It lights up every ghost for miles around
I'm already too old to die young
But I'm still too young
want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga
and listen
To the sound of a house
You'll start naming dead bugs just to know
Who's around
Harsh marks by the linen cupboard
On the shiny part of the floor
listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me, through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost
In these killin'
listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me, through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost
In these killin'
my soul
Got me distracted, yeah it put me out my zone
So I had to get it back, making skrt marks on the road
'Cause driving too fast is the only thing
They searching but they can't see me
Reach for me but they can't find me
Went ghost so I must remind 'em
Little did they know
They searching but
and keep it cordial
You played a game to feel immortal
Now I'm gone I'm all around you
You feel a presence right behind you
You're a phantom and a ghost
Is
Yeah, aye
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin on Cloud 9
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin
It was written by God, but it came from Quinn
I might be
want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga
raindrop like res-er-voir
I seen your her hip, move like j-ag-uar
Staring around like spoon
Till her eye brown shoot through the moon
I came to the door
Look
The necklace around my neck leave you breathless
High in that cocaine ghost
You down to ride in that cocaine ghost
I'm ma probably die in that cocaine ghost
you wished I would be
Please hang a ghost on the tree for me
Snow and toys and cider take their cue
Santa hats and dancing at the sound
I haven't felt
me a moment
And sometimes I wanna get ghost
Pass me the rock
Pick it n roll
Lost on road
Stuck in the moment
Niggaz be on it
I come with
a mark through the dust on the floor,
And I saw another light,
Under your door,
Not like before..
By this point I thought I would have answers.
I thought
And nigga actin Ghost even avoiding approaching you
But that's alright
Cuz once they think shit sweet
I kill a ghost
Now the streets gotta call me Tariq
I'm
you, I never meant to hurt you
Even the stress'll work you, I miss your old perfume
Promise never curse you, I want you in my circle
Honey right by my
Summer cotton, summer corn
Summer hash marks and a scoreboard
Summer, where they fought the civil war
That's what my grandpa said
Picking up
Empty brass hits the ground
We duck into the Circle L
Before they up and turn around, well
Inside, the ghosts of us buy
A map and highways out
Couldn't
The weeds have all become overgrown
And I know, you hurt down to your ghost
No wonder the marks from your pillowcase
Are always lining up your face
You've
care of my family (Yeah, yeah)
Brother don't got to sell rock by the Dollar Tree (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome
Ain't want you
you, I never meant to hurt you
Even the stress'll work you, I miss your old perfume
Promise never curse you, I want you in my circle
Honey right by my
People around the world every year, always ask me, why do they call you the queen of Christmas? And it's really not an answer I can give in a sound
tree
Our hearts
Wrapped in blight
Now it's time
Ghost of past
While I am flying
You are dying
To the next world
You are passing
Anything I gain
.jpg/277px-Primavera_Sound_2011_-_May_26_-_Emeralds_(5795767549).jpg "Mark McGuire")
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