Why are you frightened Can't you see that it's you? That ain't no ghost It's a reflection of you Why do you turn away An' keep it out of sight? Oh, don
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There's more inside you that you won't show But you keep it hidden just like everyone You're scared to show you careit'll make you vulnerable So you wear that ghost
Why are you frightened can't you see that it's you That ain't no ghost it's a reflection of you Why do you turn away an' keep it out of sight Oh don
The mind is grey,... like the city Packing in and overgrown Love is deep,... dig it out Standing in a hole alone Working for something,.. that we can
Found a way to rid myself Clean of pain And the fever that's been haunting me Has gone away Looking through my window I seem to recognize all the people
so all you fools who sing just like him feel free to do so now 'cause he's dead using, using, using the using takes toll isolation just so happy to be
a carpet of diamond Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles Leaving the town in a-keeping of the one who is sweeping Up the ghost
Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam
Hey yo, hey yo Can't forget my plastic get down Ghost electric telephone bones Blowin' like horns about to shout Nasty distortion down on the slow jam
jam, God forbid if my shit do Run behind a tree, fix my shit then hit you, slugs in your body Mainly in your brain tissue, witness from the scene Get ghost
' I ain't lyin', here's my testimony The shit I kick is real, never ever phony You spittin' cheesy lyrics like macaroni Call me if you only wanna sit down and write a jam
appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye but screaming where's my award Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY 'Bout to buy a black ghost and call
bus stop She turned around and this grown lady said, "Hi" I was quite stunned from the way she replied Peace, nice to meet ya, sweetie call me Tony Starks Ghost
the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" There's no love to be found Cappa' slide through with the Ghost
What I do, duck, Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching
