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GHOSTS Lyrics - Artist : MBNel
(Hey-Hey-Hey, Taewon)
Heavenly Father, give me strength to see the snakes 'Cause I've been givin' back to folks when all they ever did was take I was fillin' up dinner plates just makin' sure that we ate All I wanted back was a crumb, but they ate that shit in my face Took it for granted, Lord, that's something I ain't understandin' Why does everything I love always turn around, leave me damaged? I can't stand it, and every time, I wanna leave this planet Drug addiction, please don't judge me, it's my way for me to manage You tellin' me you love me? Then come prove it I'm from a place where showin' heart is a weakness, you might just lose it Has your mama ever told you you was useless? We keep a gun 'cause if we don't, we could just die if we don't use it And stop sayin' that I rap, bitch, I do music And you don't see the real you 'til you fall off and start losin' Get the squares by my circle, don't fit in like in a Rubik's Been ahead of the DAs, I just let 'em think that I'm stupid Livin' life like we ruthless Apologizin' to my daughter mother I know you sick 'cause all the shit that I'm involvin' us in And I ain't plan to have my daughter, I forever got her But if somebody ever play, shit comes with repercussions Ain't really bustin', shootin' houses ain't really a score And I was taught to wait outside 'til he open the door And you ain't really getting bread 'cause he touchin' lil' toast The fuck I look like, ridin' waves? Bitch, I'm drivin' the boat We gon' creep up on him and turn him a ghost Ashes of hella dead opps, this ain't za that we smoke Instagram disses fun and games 'cause he died 'cause a joke Fuck that back and forth, ask the police 'bout the shit that they know Ghost Glock, color peanut butter, why that bitch jam? Reasons why I'm humble, I wasn't born into a rich man Church days on Sundays, was Catholic, not a Christian I had demons talkin' to me, I fucked up when I listened This a true story, ain't no allegories, ain't no fiction Yeah, I'm skinny, but this Glock will drop somebody who be liftin' I had dreams of being rich 'til I woke up a quarter million Reminiscin', kill a opper, whoever fit the description (Ayy) Red leaves fallin' from the trees look like blood drops Crucify him if I feel threatened 'cause I won't go for it If he survivin' any shots, we make him love God But if he don't call up the priest, make him a ghost story (Hey-Hey-Hey, Taewon) |
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