Ghost Story
I sat up in bed
The walls are all red
But I'm not dead
Why am I seeing dead people?
Keep your head up cause they're going to diss you
Pop up with daggers bust bones and tissues
No weapons needed just traps and my genius
Spiritual realm, this is my turf
Rejected the physical speaking all truth nothing subliminal
Yo goons can't do what my gremlins do
Team of ghouls and goblins who the fuck are y'all stopping
Hittin licks like dracula hit the blood bank
We sink or swim we bust floodgates
No clean slates
Forgive or forget
Came back for vengeance
And I will not quit
All debts must be paid
Or sleep in your grave
The reaper is here to lead the way
They speak to demons, they speak to dragons, that's still a snake
Bruce Willis the way, my determination don't break
I ascend, I elevate, they habitually hate
Egos made of glass
Everyone's sad
I get all the cash life's too fast I do not brag
Don't never finish last
My demons my friends
Voices in my head
Ghosts or spirits
It might be a drink, it might be some shit
It might be some shit, I might b off crank
I might be off kilter, imma dead man
Everything I cross wilters
Dead roses on me, I'm a walking funeral
They swarming my conscience
It's a demons conference
How do I stop this
Thoughts are psychotic
Superstar can't stop this
The walls are all red
But I'm not dead
Why am I seeing dead people?
Keep your head up cause they're going to diss you
Pop up with daggers bust bones and tissues
No weapons needed just traps and my genius
Spiritual realm, this is my turf
Rejected the physical speaking all truth nothing subliminal
Yo goons can't do what my gremlins do
Team of ghouls and goblins who the fuck are y'all stopping
Hittin licks like dracula hit the blood bank
We sink or swim we bust floodgates
No clean slates
Forgive or forget
Came back for vengeance
And I will not quit
All debts must be paid
Or sleep in your grave
The reaper is here to lead the way
They speak to demons, they speak to dragons, that's still a snake
Bruce Willis the way, my determination don't break
I ascend, I elevate, they habitually hate
Egos made of glass
Everyone's sad
I get all the cash life's too fast I do not brag
Don't never finish last
My demons my friends
Voices in my head
Ghosts or spirits
It might be a drink, it might be some shit
It might be some shit, I might b off crank
I might be off kilter, imma dead man
Everything I cross wilters
Dead roses on me, I'm a walking funeral
They swarming my conscience
It's a demons conference
How do I stop this
Thoughts are psychotic
Superstar can't stop this
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Fisher
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