Ghostes

I don't wanna live right
I just wanna feel right
Ganja in my windpipe
I swear imma turn right
I don't wanna live right
I just wanna feel right
Ganja in my windpipe
I swear imma turn right

Slip a pill
In my bottle
For the thrill
No tomorrow
Take a sip
Now I'm hollow
Take the lead
And they will follow
Spit that shit
From the bottom
Diggin deep
So bring a shovel
Sing my prayers
Like a gospel
You Fuck me up
And that shit turnin hostile

Straight out the mud
Move like thugs in the cut
A hit and run
My plug came in clutch with the drugs
Always too much
But I don't give a fuck
I like the rush
I need more
Like its never enough
It's in my blood
Aye
Mixin liquor with the syrup
Droppin molly in my sprite
Residue up in my nose
I'm just trynna feel alright
Got some henny for the night
Lookin for somebody to fight
She asked me not to die
But bitch I Might
Cuz

I don't wanna live right
I just wanna feel right
Ganja in my windpipe
I swear imma turn right
I don't wanna live right
I just wanna feel right
Ganja in my windpipe
I swear imma turn right



Credits
Writer(s): Trey Buchet
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