| High time I go and give up the ghost
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| Look back on my life and all I see
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| Is a nerd obscured by weed and smoke
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| I worry I can’t do it but I know
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| If I go for the low say bye to the high
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| A part of my heart might start inside
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| Might survive and lead a life I don’t loathe
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| In spite of the pipe that don’t glow.
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| Love weed, proceed to pack the bong
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| A done deed frontin like nothing’s wrong
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| No breaks, wake and bake in bed
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| A mistake, a flake that’s faking death
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| Love weed, pre-flicks hot boxin rides
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| During games, after everytime I died
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| But their fun not dumb just on their own
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| It was a lie I told to condone
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| I love weed, I burned lots of pape
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| Lost money, instead of finding fate
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| Don’t miss it, don’t even visit on holidays
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| White knuckles, buckled down my mind is made
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| Loved weed, what’s new is missing booze
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| No beers seven years and I’m still confused
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| Life’s weird now that I see it clear
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| But I’m here rather fight than fly from fear
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| I’m a quitter go ahead call me names
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| My one hitter got me through college days
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| I would bug out, my dug out doled out the daze
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| Stuck my tongue out like the bum out at vmas
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| Just a joke living with my folks
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| After school, but I thought I was so dope
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| In the stairs staring at the wall
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| Smoking dope instead of making calls
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| Got a job but I was always high
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| Lost my job man I wonder why
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| I’m a slob my dunks were funkafied
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| Drink on and off but I’d be baking pumpkin pie
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| Moved away left my friends behind
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| They forged bonds I forged a brand that was mine
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| It caught on a career I clearly carved
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| I smoked bongs man I’m feeling starved
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| Came home all my friends had split
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| Lame zone yes I’ll have a hit
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| Not the same your frames of reference change
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| Alone and stoned was sadly not my aim
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| Looking back gives me an asthma attack
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| It’s whick whack coulda been makin stacks
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| Talking smack in fact I lacked in tact
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| Too high my friends were taken a back
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| With regret wish I could edit every word
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| Never meant it won’t forget the feelings hurt
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| It’s no excuse the abuse was too absurd
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| I was a bully should’ve been the nerd
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| I was like this even before the weed
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| I try the fight this with every breath I breathe
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| I blamed others enemies were every place
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| A drunk Dad and brothers that hate my face
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| We all suffered it’s something I now accept
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| They’d love it if I would just show some respect
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| Now I try it’s harder than it sounds
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| But I don’t hide inside the cloud I found
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| Advice it’s something you may not need
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| It can be nice occasionally smoking weed
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| It might help keep calm no longer tense
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| It might help keep demons out your head
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| If your sad, you think your life Is shit
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| It went bad like something in your fridge
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| Lose the bag and save your money kid
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| Take a breath, try to resist a bit
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| I’m still me, even without the weed
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| I love life, I even have time to read
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| I have a wife, she’s the best to me
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| It’s alright to control your destiny
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| I prefer it, before I was blurred and mean
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| I feel current though nobody’s heard of me
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| That’s cool, I’m just here to burn the beat
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| Old school, nerdy eternity
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| I’m not done, I still have lots of plans
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| Write a book hopefully start a fam
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| Buy a house all I want is to own some land
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| Got it all as long as she holds my hand
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| Next time you find you need a fix
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| Or you’re pissed and need a dog to kick
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| Ask why? |
| What the fuck started this.
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| No lies love yourself like Chris.
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| Go and give up the ghost |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Where the Ghosts At , by - MC Chris. Song from the album MC Chris Foreverrr, Pt. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп