yo You wanna front on the fly romancer Leo Ganzer the sickest thing since cancer I get my girls after, eat 'em good Treat 'em good then him ghost like
a dime But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin' Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen Sex, money, drugs, music Lies, these are the things
you could read my mind, love What a tale my thoughts could tell Just like an old-time movie About a ghost from a wishing well In a castle dark or a
I feel a little bit like a stranger In my own house It doesn't feel good doesn't feel like home It's like the furniture's all been rearranged While I
off, gotta play them all real soon Call them hoes, we hit in Cancoon, get them a room At the Radison over Madison I'm imaginin? somewhere down the line Im'a
leads to ruin? You got a soul, use it All this despair forgiven Rolling away on a wheel of sevens Seems like the queen of Sheba Voice through a blown
we ain't stopping now (Can't stop) We won't even pause, y'all can lick my balls (Bitches) We living the good life, good life, good life (Living the good
look good Who ya gonna call? (Ghostbusters!) I ain't afraid o' no ghost I ain't afraid o' no ghost If you're seein' things runnin' through your head
can I say Cause darlin' I don't wanna fade away Well now you say that you've made up your mind it's been such a long, long time since it's been good
played your game and I've played it well I'll be another fool to hang upon your wall I laid my heart out like an open book And it's a simple thing and
things and I'd leave you Hitch myself to some westbound train you'd never see me again If I could dream as I once could I'd be gone it'd be good I don
Been a hustler, what? What? Way before Melvin Flynt A criminal, don't need no prints These dudes gave me a brick and they ain't seen me since Coulda woulda
.T. True she at the bar lookin' good in the brown dress Four to six shots and them things ain't around yet Persona all thugged out loud and clear Sayin
a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you bird I'll put your beak on a curb but anyway Looks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving
up information, checkin' faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark, venom will leave my mark I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a
My God, so they are killers I've heard lots of people say once a man's a killer They just keep on killing and killing They sort of develop a taste for
they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm
seeded up That's how I get Ghost, especially when you eat it up My goodness gracious, ass is flirtatious Move it around like a snake miss or sexy waitress Ghost