Ghost

I've got goosebumps at the tip of my tongue (tell 'em!)
I wanna stop slaying but the damage is done
I keep on replaying but my visions are sick (sick!)
Cuz I'm a loose cannon shooting when it comes to the grips

Boast ghost, slain for the winner (uh!)
Like a choke hold air gets thinner
We both know ain't nothing better (yeah!)
No joke, coming like a killa
What you're about to see is not for free
No, I ain't got time for apologies I'm a south boy killa (ay!)
No scope headshot winner (okay!)
I can feel something staring at me
I can feel something staring at me

On and on the story goes
Possessing me inside
It speaks to me and tells me things
I have nowhere to hide Set the stage and turn the page
Eternities collide
On and on the haunting goes
The death in me subsides

What?
Tell 'em! South boy killa, south boy killa Yeah!

I've got hair standing on the back of my neck (ooh!) I
Wanna start screaming cuz the feeling's legit
I'll never stop spitting what I get in my brain (what, what?)
Cuz I'm a flame getting, soul bringing, son of a king

Watch your world shake, watch your world shake
Watch your world shake, watch your world shake, uh
Watch your world shake, watch your world shake
Watch your world shake, watch your world shake
Watch your world shake, call it earthquake
Jumping on the truth, ballin' til I break, ask me for a taste
Now your dome's split, and I won't quit
'Til the ghost says so, sucka now you feeling it



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Markus Wicander, Robert Edward Joyner, Miguel Angel Sanchez, Armando Christian Castillo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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