Nothing inside was real 'til I found you I pulled the sheets and you slipped away A ghost in here, I can't believe There's a ghost in here, I can't
can't decide what's real since I found you I pulled your sheets and you slip away A ghost in here Well I cant believe There's a ghost in here Well I
Tradução: Fría. Ghost In Aquí.
I can't decide what's real since I found you I pulled your sheets and you slip away A ghost in here Well I cant believe There's a ghost in here Well
promises to keep over the ocean in america far away and fast asleep silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky cold silver satellites,
like a fucking fathead Two nines on your back one sack, yeah This my block and you niggas cant trap here Unlkess you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped
: My mind's at home here in this cold November breeze. This frost, it stabs my skin, and grays the branches of these trees. My breath is a ghost as it
plenty at you Let me catch you slippin, you soft ni**az is outta here In case you forgot, we on the same s**t that got us here [Outlawz] Yo, to every
C. Killer! Get your money, get your paper. Elevate like my nigga DMX. Here's a prayer ? God bless playa! [Chorus] [Flesh-n-Bone:] Here go the shit I
it must belong somewhere I know that now that is why I'm staying here Yeah, I know that now, that is why I'm staying here Leave the secret talks on
Everything must belong somewhere. I know that now, that's why I'm staying here. Yeah I know that now that's why I'm staying here. Leave the secret tops
Even when I throw them deuces you just send it back around [T.I:] Your wrist and fingers glisten Ice cold like Michigan Eh look at what we living in Here
to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold
from my physical I got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools Divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule Frustration and hate filled my adrenaline I play doctors here
Like a ghost don't need a key Your best friend I've come to be Please don't think of getting up for me You don't even need to speak When I've been here
two miles until we hit the spot An old ghost town that everybody forgot A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot Slim grabbed the shotgun (Dre here
this to love And the white shouldered mountains they pointed above Lord you just dropped me here by the side of this road Out here's too cold and I
