Gengar on his paw keeps saying I have to be
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Best of ghosts when my days go by
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Tell me how do I find my way out of Lavender Town
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The melody is still playing for me, after the gram I have visions like a shaman
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This business turns good people into monsters
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They had me in the head, toxic kush for disease
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There is a blow to my families, but the young will make a move
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I feel the pain, let this ghost follow me (her)
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A rapper is still talking to me
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I burnt so many bridges as if I were burning bushes
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You know, we can't talk to people
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All whores and a few good hearts
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They take me for ignorance, I said what the truth is only
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They tell me it's not hip hop
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I have it in a prick, it gives emotions after all
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My mother used to say to me: "Don't be afraid of ghosts, but people"
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It's this toxic muck that wakes me up again with Shadow Ball
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And a lot of pain, pain in the world's hive, beehive
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They hurt like voodoo, voodoo is not here for God and miracles
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My mother used to say to me: "Don't be afraid of ghosts, but people"
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It's this toxic muck that wakes me up again with Shadow Ball
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And a lot of pain, pain in the world's hive, beehive
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They hurt like voodoo, voodoo is not here for God and miracles
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There was always something wrong with me (more than that)
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There was always something wrong with me (mom said)
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How do you feed on the weaknesses of others
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It's no wonder you're not strong
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(No no
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
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Here, hardly anyone lives like me
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The last thing I can count on is empathy
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(Wait a minute)
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Why aren't people looking at me? |
Type, they look at what I did
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Mentally, I am a wreck, but these texts are a treasure of him
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For rap, I feel sorry for the rhymes, because the type is not worth it
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We fucking spent our entire time fucking on our five minutes again
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And what's important was in the back, because our eyes were still obscured by the glow
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I was awake at night and heard shots (blatt)
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Why was the media silent on this?
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There, a man was dying in a pool of blood
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It is his end if he has lived without faith
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And we're fucking about rap, huh?
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My mother used to say to me: "Don't be afraid of ghosts, but people"
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It's this toxic muck that wakes me up again with Shadow Ball
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And a lot of pain, pain in the world's hive, beehive
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They hurt like voodoo, voodoo is not here for God and miracles
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My mother used to say to me: "Don't be afraid of ghosts, but people"
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It's this toxic muck that wakes me up again with Shadow Ball
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And a lot of pain, pain in the world's hive, beehive
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They hurt like voodoo, voodoo is not here for God and miracles |