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
Traduction: Jam. Fantômes.
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
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
long You're saddle sore And on the grind Just pushed you a little bit more Don't mind if I do It's Hollywood Hot damn - hands in a jam Never say
these "Supa Emcees" for bein clever; and never use the weed as a ghost writer [scratching] [Prodigy] "I declare that only live niggaz rap this year" [P. Smith] "Jam
TV Feds dem a hunt fah mi wid info from dem source But everytime dem reach we disappear just like a ghost It's not like mi a brag or mi a boast But mi
you know you telling me 'bout making a song come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong like the ghost
a nap But I'm still out wildin' with the gang Got diamonds in my chain More colors than the Northern Lights Life is a traffic jam but I'm on a motor bike
hands off of me At my own table hands in the air Girls getting freaky touching on my hair That's when I see you dressed like a spy Looking like a ghost
my Homies?" Leave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic Like these
sparkin But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm
-a-ling-aling I'm the man, yes I am, now watch me jam, who I am? [Chorus x4] Ohh jam, here comes the man hot dam, jam [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G. &
' 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