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Drove by the graveyard after school
Tried to plan my funeral
Wondered who would show up
An old fried, some old crush
Surprised, wipe their eyes with

when I think for myself shit gets a little overwhelmin'
Surrounded by skull walls knee deep
In the shit that I dwell in
My brain brain starts to swell

Show them speech

I got young kids, that are looking up to me
And I got family always watching how I be
Old friends, and close people
Making sure I'm

to retaliation
Of the gang relation, he was young, a kid
A baby and yet to realize the
Pollution of the nation
Now he 18 life in jail is what he facin'
Shit,

Told y'all I was making heaters
I don't like to rewind
Roam out in the night time
Why I try the most to be kind
Holy Ghost prompt to have some bible

yet i'm kinda lonely
But at least got some ghost friends
Hanging with ba ba ba-Billy the
Kid and the whole set
Drop a bomb where my foes gather
And end

by the book
Leave you wonder what I took
Leave you calling me a crook
I don’t know how you mistook
What you do as being good
Thinking you misunderstood

Palace on the Hill
With your walls so thick
I'm peeking over
Thinking about sneaking over

Guided by the smells
Coming from your halls
Quick I see

time you see your kids
They be already grown
Only God could judge me, only heaven knows
Gotta keep a weapon close
Or might end up ghost
Try to tell my

the hostess

But hold it! What is up?
The alt-right's coming for your kids
Cover up! And did you guys ever happen see
This study released by Data Society
That

vibrate
On your cargo shorts

You’re a ghost in a shell
Cause I see right through
Ya boastin’ and yells cause those be lies too
You’re no Vegeta you’re

appeared to me)
Some unholy ghost in a cotton sheet
A kid disguised as a tourniquet

A sacrifice, a kitchen knife, so burn it

Out my mind predict what's next
I scratch my name onto the hex
Overdose on cash and sex
I got sent out on this damn quest
Then woke tied up by my neck

down my aims and align with His Grace
Speak the word out in faith then I sit back and praise like hallelujah
I got hope by the bucketloads flow with

thе peanut
Snatch the blue blanket off a lioness
I haven't talk to my shrink
I've been offa psychics
Kill torture bind kids, invade a home
Fall sleep

of a youngin'
The reverse of this is the big boy Lils'
Paper medals on your neck
Call you Michael Phelpses
You were beaten by a kid
How your booty feel?

Shit got

thing
But ain't nobody tryna change things
They just blame me, complaining
But I don't let that kid shit phase me
Pay no mind to things that don't pay me

night
All night
Åh nei
Åh nei

Se på deg selv
Sier du gjør det okey
Du har 99 feil
Ye by the way
Jeg ser ghost i kveld
Patrick swayz babey
Slutt å lek gud

They like to get and go
Too many kids die around here
They don't get to grow
Thought i seen a ghost
I keep my shooter by my side
Nba i gotta keep it

eating snacks, 
living dreams like little kids

and when the road begins to twist we do not crash we’re moving on, and far away.
and when the ghosts creep

Little Johnny’s got a burning desire
To be the next one to be the ghost rider.
He’s got nerves of steel
But he’s got a girl and she knows it’s real

I write these notes
I'm called up by different ghosts
I wanna be part of the aristocracy
In my living room
I want to be the moon

18 years ago
There's

won't feel bad about another goodbye

I can feel her here, but I'm by myself
She knows she can call, I know it won't help
I can hear her voice, but I'm

before am 6 feet

I wasn't lucky had to put in the work
Sacrifices gotta achieve why am going berserk
Could never relax don't want my kids to lack
Gotta