Tradução: Años pasados, la. Todos los fantasmas.
time? Looking for love through the wrong eyes? On nothing On nowhere, one more time. I'll hand you the needle if you hand me the gun. And all the ghosts
in a foster home I felt abandoned like Quik now that Mausberg gone So I don't hop in the SS without the Mossberg homes I've been rappin for a year and
O-H-I-O Erbody know this is my turf Who had it crunk first And had girls at all ages off one verse You And nobody else can name Another 17 year old mane
m in this righteous game Can't say that my life the same Haters try to shoot you down like fighter planes I swear this year I'm gon' stomp on all of them
you laugh when I'm complaining that I'm all alone where were you when I searched the sea for a friend to talk to me in a year where will you be is it
in you Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down Evualute the situation, all the rest are
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone Take my bones, I don't need none Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on! Suck all day on a cherry stone
this tramp-ass bitch Puttin her before the scrill' all the time, yaknowhatI'msayin? Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang Tellin this bitch all
in each other's eyes [solo: Andy] In the darkness.. after the show Outside the Theater, the air is damp and cold All the people.. they are gone Just
my eye!) What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry! Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year Doula, (ewwww!) ice
life into Ghost under rocks like notes found In pocket coats of your fathers, Lost and forgotten, All all all your soaking wet dreams You've spent them, You have gone
call me Ghost, cause I had a nigga that spook Just a young nigga, strapped up and ready to shoot I played it smart this year Life was hard this year
father, has gone away Uh-huh. All my dead, all my people man. Let?s get it! I?ll be in here all night! I?ll be in here all night! Haha, come on man!
are going to Graceland And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets I'm looking at ghosts and empties But I've reason to believe We all will
like you see right through me You hear all my fears breathing on the midnight breeze...like Phantom lovers Am I just your Phantom lover There's sunlight all around you, and the ghost
you forgot my name or my style i'm the ghost with the hornet flow and corner style with a piece of shit car With two 45's bout to rob everything i'll be gone
I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town
