their graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One
graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day
my sense of control. The weather's kind of shitty so we'll head to the coast and drive till this engine breaks down. A thousand miles on the heels of a ghost
ghost All you hear is straight crickets, niggas is bitches I learn you niggas how to handle your business That's word to everything I love and God my
strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost Tell me who knows
freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions
chasin Worldwide through the hard times, warrior faces Shed tears as we bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted
die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Trying it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions of me, Thug
around you end up being stuck in the system And the 10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you
And my head sparks the sun And my heart sings home to you Raindrops Time stops I open my eyes to the room And I feel alive And I feel alive And I feel
with yours Let me be your heart feeling danger Let me be your rage, be your anger. Let me fill your head with ideas What to do and where to go.
you said You play with me Gonna pay the price No ghost of a chance I'm holdin the dice You lie about this and lie about that Don't wanna hear Nothing
to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted
imitated tabloid headlined with the post Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins To hear
the ghost of Christmas past You won't be laughing when your blow up doll's got a headache and won't give up the ass And I lay my kicks to rest when I
