the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you I'll be the one to drive you back home Kathleen This party is made with the night air and the chance that
play some songs, 'cause you know Cam was in the room, Young Guru, and Dame was in the room. So I played... actually it's a song that you'll never hear
you will lose your mind? So many contributing factors to hide aint never will find what's hidden inside all your friends surround you they're made out of air
tear And said when will you go away She said who cares you`re not Entitled to ask those things today Don't let the salt get in your eye Don't let the ghost
who livin right the ones that's down for Christ who live a holy life holyolyoly- ghost girls [Verse 1:] Don't get me wrong when you here this song i
Sellin dope, low and high, didn't notice he came We was all strapped slippin, didn't see he was there By the time I realized, bullets was hittin the air
some of my friends I died selling the world?. This medicine?.will bury me in unpaved sheets But I know a ghost and she knows that I know a ghost and she
Sit back, no song is written, it's nothing you thought of yourself. It's just a ghost that came unbidden to this house. This infection gets stronger
throw away pieces while you wait for Jesus I be the reason hell freezes The wind is breezeless, and souls are ghost and trapped in avalanches Changing
I'm tryin again to make moves.. I'll be damned if we go hungry Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me This song you see is like
That's why the Free Alien Air Force is flying tonight! The Free Alien Air Force, With Element One-Fifteen fuel-source, Yes, the Free Alien Air Force
Clearwater a-sailing 'round the bend. The mountains rang as children laughed and women raised a song The bison thundered down the plains a hundred thousand strong The Ghost
that axe for a long time The smell in the air is chicken shit. We'll grind that axe for a long time Every fucking song remains the same To everyone
like a ghost Wishing you were any place but here From your prison cell of flesh and bone you send a prayer on it's suicide last flight into the air -
way Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds Machavellian approaches executed by the coach I'm in these streets like a ghost The air-jettin' artist
Got it going for the homies that got the Ghost throw yo hands in the air like ya ought to know party people all hands you got to throw in the air and
that will make your body rock well so far youve heard my voice but i brought two friends along and next on the mike is my man hank come on, hank, sing that song
of the air) I've wasted (You fill your lungs with) Your time here with bad news (I used to lie awake and stare at) Don't say (Ceilings thinking of the air