Ghostrider (feat. MDMA)

That bitch Ghost Rider
(Ay, Trenton Kyle lemme' hear that)

Shawty came in with the flames on his head
So we call that bitch Ghost Rider
Come be my mascot, come and have ton of Oxy
God know that I'm wired
She in it for the feel but I can't feel what's transpired
Fills me with de-, fills me with desire
Be a healer, lemme see your supplier
Be a killer, she said, "I hope so, we're dying"
Imagine real love, she wanna see herself flying
Imagine real love, she wanna see herself flying

Imagine real love, baby, I ain't done yet
Imagine real love, baby, I ain't done yet
You say that you in it, girl, I could feel your love (love)
I ain't tryna break you down, lemme build you up
Be your lover, never let me go
Like no other, can't let her go
Something going down, baby, think about those times
I stuck around, baby, but I draw the line ('ine, I draw the)

Shawty came in with the flames on his head
So we call that bitch Ghost Rider
Come be my mascot, come and have ton of Oxy
God know that I'm wired
She in it for the feel but I can't feel what's transpired
Fills me with de-, fills me with desire
Be a healer, lemme see your supplier
Be a killer, she said, "I hope so, we're dying"
Imagine real love, she wanna see herself flying
Imagine real love, she wanna see herself flying

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Said I'm high off life
I ain't opening up if it ain't feeling right
Said she wanna get lit with me, and told me this a party scene
I know you tryna put that shit on, I guess that you hardly right
She said she my Harley Quinn, which one of these hoes you gotta fight?
Always hold my paper right
I get money bitch, my favorite time
She working out in Off-White
The drugs we take gon' save the night
Always talking 'bout playing your part
As long as you play it right
We gon' do these shrooms and take a ride
Shawty the last we had gon' change your life

Shawty came in with the flames on his head
So we call that bitch Ghost Rider
Come be my mascot, come and have ton of Oxy
God know that I'm wired
She in it for the feel but I can't feel what's transpired
Fills me with de-, fills me with desire
Be a healer, lemme see your supplier
Be a killer, she said, "I hope so, we're dying"
Imagine real love, she wanna see herself flying
Imagine real love, she wanna see herself flying



Credits
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane
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