is my home The place where I'm lonely This is my home The place where I'm lonely Ghost is not real This is my home The one and sweet home Ghost is
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
of air in my heart Don't think that I'm able to sympathize I'm happier to see it gone Floating above your house like a penguin Dropping cherries from my
want to say to all my niggas, everybody that I love My nieces, my nephews, all my niggaz in the struggle Getting money, getting shot, goin to jail, comin home
baby I wanna see your face [?] And a shadow in your place And Ia??m afraid to close my eyes Cuz baby, you, send shivers down my spine Scare me out my
dirt Crowd the clean magazine, chick lifting up her skirt Lines when I close my eyes and just Aim blindly at the sun and hear love When the ghosts start
law? Honey, you know I'd die for you Ashes of laughter, the ghost is clear Why do the best things always disappear Like Ophelia? Please darken my door
When I got back to my hometown I saw the ghosts of yesterday And my godmother bless her soul She still lives down this way Remember when I was just a
I'm your candy perfume girl Your candy perfume girl I'm your candy perfume girl Candy, candy Rush me, ghost you see Every center, my home Fever steam
Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I ain'
your way back home You sold your soul, like a Roman vagabond yeah I heard you found a wishing well In the city Console me in my darkest hour (in my
Beat my bones against the wall Staring down an empty hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered the
phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you Brother, are you really home
From the, tip of my Timbs, to my eyebrows The hostile, english, Olde E widemouth Get PCP fiends, jumpin off cliffs And if you had the balls, you'd be walkin off stiff My
back home be jealous? I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball And we all gathered 'round and said, "Cheese" The Bernie ran away with my
on Tatooine That's where we found this boy Oh my my, this here Anakin guy Maybe Vader someday later, now he's just a small fry He left his home and
