This one is by the books Chapter for chapter Word for word This formula in disguise Now I'm shaking watching what they buy This one is so expected Line
the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask one strange disease the well worded paper signed by
By My Lonely+ I should rob Clue man his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios take shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost
[Verse 1] We can go blow for blow until we're old and gray You're flow's openly gay hope and pray That your next LP'll be ghost wrote by Shay That's the
what the boy was thinking The picture was an old collage of something classical The model with a tragic air Because without a doubt he'd given up the fight The ghost
mind? Oh there's insufficient evidence Of what just might come after But sometimes out of nowhere There's demented sounds of laughter Are we all haunted by the ghost
my mind Oh there's insufficient evidence Of what just might come after But sometimes out of nowhere There's demented sounds of laughter Are we all haunted by The ghost
than ever, The chedder shredder the grater the beef grinder I'll settle vendettas a little later, Giving haters incubators, think ya made a mistake, By saying shady was ghost
like that Put they ass on a mound and introduce em' to a baseball Face tall, brag about it like teenage sex Text book characters gettin' etched out to
on love and food for thought. If he's a scholar, when I see him I'll holler, My lad, I'm glad you answered my ad!' Transcribed by Todd Peach ########################
passages There's a ghost who Is going to haunt me for all my life I'll bet he never touches you I guess the differences Between us 3- They make our open books
holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin for survival The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible 400 years of gettin our ass kicked by
spirit and the holy ghost But my whole neigborhood is comatose Lookin' for survival The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible 400 years gettin' our ass kicked By
a Glass of champagne Sweat pours down You're in the back seat sleeping And she waits by the window On an empty bed, weeping The ghost guns the motor
like the king of Cairo. Prisoners to fools and slaves to paper gods. In the faith salons.... The books of massacres and natural disasters, beguiled by
a producer and a rapper", I'm like oh shit I was messin with, uh, D-Dot also People were like this, started talking about the Ghost production But that
where I lay it down like a bird givin birth So call me Lu the giant's goose or just, Faberge paint Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of
