"Ghost Inside A Shadow" lyrics
Um, yeah
Too geek'd can't even walk straight
Aite, uh, uh, yeah yeah, uh, oh my, uh, uh
Aite, let's go
This is the end
Yeah, ayy
Too geek'd can't even walk straight
Too geek'd can't even contemplate
Devil on my shoulder bother wait
Can't dance in my pain beyond the take
Creep through the tomb like the undertaker
Ha'da take a couple souls but I'm not the maker
In ya dream like Freddy but I kill like Jason
Broke nigga how you mad you complacent
You just mad cause ya stars ain't adjacent
762 shoot misplace him
Throw the rock like I'm Eli, Payton
Randy moss with the tris I chase it
Alyx Teflon my chest
Ya main hoe eating dick made a mess
50 round drum on the FN
Like Goldberg see what's next
Like John Cena these broke boys can't see me you know how it be when you at the top
And ya main bitch eating on balls Ms. Pac-man you know how it be when she just a thot
The AR done came with a mop
Pat him on the head I'm his pops
41 millimeter my watch
And we smoking on 12 fuck oops
I got Balenci on me head to toe
All black the fit but I keep it on low
He jock my swag boy you peeping the pose
2020 I was just fucking Shones
Spent a 100 racks my son wasn't born
Now my baby boy he bad to the bone
Try to take my soul and make me a clone
Walk up in the building za my cologne
Too geek'd can't even walk straight
Aite, uh, uh, yeah yeah, uh, oh my, uh, uh
Aite, let's go
This is the end
Yeah, ayy
Too geek'd can't even walk straight
Too geek'd can't even contemplate
Devil on my shoulder bother wait
Can't dance in my pain beyond the take
Creep through the tomb like the undertaker
Ha'da take a couple souls but I'm not the maker
In ya dream like Freddy but I kill like Jason
Broke nigga how you mad you complacent
You just mad cause ya stars ain't adjacent
762 shoot misplace him
Throw the rock like I'm Eli, Payton
Randy moss with the tris I chase it
Alyx Teflon my chest
Ya main hoe eating dick made a mess
50 round drum on the FN
Like Goldberg see what's next
Like John Cena these broke boys can't see me you know how it be when you at the top
And ya main bitch eating on balls Ms. Pac-man you know how it be when she just a thot
The AR done came with a mop
Pat him on the head I'm his pops
41 millimeter my watch
And we smoking on 12 fuck oops
I got Balenci on me head to toe
All black the fit but I keep it on low
He jock my swag boy you peeping the pose
2020 I was just fucking Shones
Spent a 100 racks my son wasn't born
Now my baby boy he bad to the bone
Try to take my soul and make me a clone
Walk up in the building za my cologne
