need those spies of yours That is what your eyes are for I hit my head but you're kissing it better now I've made up my mind I've made up my mind But
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t need those spies of yours That is what your eyes are for I hit my head but you're kissing it better now I've made up my mind I've made up my mind But
everybody leave me alone, yeah? Well I feel something's taken me I don't know where It's like a trip inside a separate mind The ghost of tomorrow from
attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killin fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who
lye after dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave for the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind
lye After dark up at Griffith Park, shallow grave For the mark check his heart, the game about to start Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic) Keep your mind
make mine. At the touch of your hand- At the sound of your voice- At the moment your eyes meet mine I am out of my mind- I am out of control- Full
, go, go, ghost Watch me go, go, go, ghost Just like a go, go, go, ghost Watch me go, go, go, ghost Just like a go, go, go, ghost Watch me go, go, go, ghost
Thick's ice fix ghosts infrared no remorse And low from the exchange, psycho derranged Playa lay no feel pain, killa cocka-main I'm top framin the game
like you've seen a beautiful ghost She must have been a sight to see As you got your mouth wide open And you're sweating like a hundred degrees But it's not a ghost
Yeah, I can see it now The distant red neon shivered in the heat I was feeling like a stranger in a strange land You know where people play games with
my moutherfucking zone Take a shot of patrone and you can let me take you home I got whatever I signed And we can Gone get ghost(gone get ghost x 7) -[
my excuse and i dont need an audience around for me to let loose, you let loose i catch you then i stretch you, album front ya do steepin vanish like a ghost
pack See, niggas got it all wrong Some niggas fake the gangsta shit, so niggas think we all songs They come up to a muthafucka jokin', man They wanna test a muthafucka's boxing game
you is like old timers, forget it If you was my sugar, I'd be diabetic Ya game like an old book I got already read it It's money on my mind boy and you
, come back It gets so confusing, this game I met a lot of girls but never felt this way I get strange pleasure though from going through this pain And like a ghost
love, always on my mind Your love is driving me crazy Your love, always on my mind Your love is driving me crazy Your love, always on my mind Your love
