Letras
Ghost's
They be saying they out, doing the most
Ghost's
They saying they hitting the studio loads,
Ghost's
They weren't there when the shit hit home,
Ghost's
Always about in invisible cloaks
Ghost's
A glass done smashed in my yard, I didn't acknowledge
I just put the mop out, and walked off eating my porridge
But I'm hardly cotching,
I know these ghosts are watching
I'm prone to spiritual contact, while nodding off, I hear a voice tell me: "Don't worry, we got it locked"
What?
Right now I'm seeing a lot,
These floaters tryna get to my soul, and they don't stop
When the controller goes flying,
I make sense of the impossible,
Just buy Blu Tack when you next buy it
There's nothing like a bit of reflection,
Maybe we should've never smoked that weed after detention
And we probably should've never done the Ouija in the bedroom
But,
The weed probably made it connect, but wait a second—
I remember the day of the funeral,
My bredrin was downstairs, and I was in the karzy
The clothes horse flipped on its side, like "what the raas, G?"
"What the fuck you doing down there?"
"For real, fam."
"What you mean? I thought that it was you, G."
"Wait, what?"
I'm looking in the mirror, feeling spooky
Who, me? I was shitting and watching this movie clip
Forget it, what the fuck's a ghost gonna do me with?
They're probably better for me than these hoodrat groupie chicks
And these feds ain't better, they wanna see you
On the ground, dirtying your new sweater
Ghost's
They be saying they out, doing the most
Ghost's
They saying they hitting the studio loads,
Ghost's
They weren't there when the shit hit home,
Ghost's
Always about in invisible cloaks
Ghost's
Ghost's
They be saying they out, doing the most
Ghost's
They saying they hitting the studio loads,
Ghost's
They weren't there when the shit hit home,
Ghost's
Always about in invisible cloaks