you've got the upper hand Stay right where I think you are Running out of step Running towards your car Walking through walls like the ghost you are
you've got the upper hand stay right where i think you are running out of step running towards your car walking through walls like the ghost you are
Car is parked, bags are packed But what kind of heart doesn't look back At the comfortable glow from the porch The one I will still call yours? All those
's doin' Hello? What up, Parns? Yo, Samberg, what's crackin'? You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'? Narnia Man, it's happenin' But first my hunger pangs are
World The Shuffleboard Hall Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums And the place where you
going down That's when I go to the park (On a Sunday afternoon) On a Sunday afternoon, having fun (Having so much fun) Everybody's just chillin', yes, they are
Polo See the dreaded one-sixty copping ounces for dolo Stuffing 40's in brown bags dippin' from blue coats Flickin' it up with new ropes staying new ghost Stapleton the park
you up like niggaz get pussy in The Sopranos You really want beef? I'm bustin' the tech I'll hit you up in the park while you're doin' your sets It'
ghost through the streets Soaked from the pouring rain And I won't ask your god for mercy My spirits are low, my soul is dirty If I'm guilty of anything It's loving you
high rollers was living, until the task force came A lot of ghost-towns and memories, bad-blooded enemies So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me These are
hits for thugs that bankin' hoopies And aimin' uzis, at who dirty mackin' my loochie Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you
chill and grab a seat And go 'head with they master plan Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can You can't hang and you're fallin fast You
over Hoping you fall for the bait thinking you safe Had that ass sweating like T.D. Jakes I want the ones, nigga, you non believers, you can ask your
great big heat you have" He replied, "Fuck my gun I'll eat you fast" He said, "What great big teeth you have" "Mothafu you better look at all the beef you
they'll issue you a ticket right before they beat you. I'm glad the truth scares you, hit me mr.officer I dare you, check the rearview, you'll see the
Da 5'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife
I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga Still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin' Nike's on tight and get ghost, y'all
