| I spent so many years searching for ghosts
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| For proof of the spiritual realm
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| I searched all the way up 'til lupus took my mom
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| Then I stopped
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| But I wish I saw somethin'
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| Losin' religion, waitin' for somethin' to come
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| Spent so much time haunting ghosts, I turned into one
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| Where will I go from here?
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| It seems like the coast is clear, but I
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| Wish I would’ve saw somethin' (Somethin')
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| Almost thought that I did (I did)
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| I wish I would’ve saw somethin' (Somethin')
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| 'Cause I was tryin' (Tryin')
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| But the more that I searched, the more that they hid
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| Like they never wanted to be discovered again
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| I wish I would’ve
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| I wish I would’ve
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| I’m talkin' 'bout abandoned asylums in the nighttime
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| I was just demandin' to sight 'em when the light shined
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| On the camera, Canon, the item, never caught no phantom, just hide 'em
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| Man, I thought it’d be grand to invite 'em in my lifetime
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| My mother’s pain was enough for me to be searchin'
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| If it was for me to be hurtin', 'cause if nothin', never would be searchin'
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| I was cursed then, no spiritual anything outside of my shell
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| Landed on the doubt side and I fell, damaged a devout ride on my trail
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| I was lookin' for ghost confirmation 'cause she was sick, bro
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| Was a whole lot of close observations but never did show
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| So if you spoke conversations like, «Do they exist?"No
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| Not a spirit, not a host of our creation, but I wish though
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| Losin' religion, waitin' for somethin' to come
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| Spent so much time haunting ghosts, I turned into one
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| Where will I go from here?
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| It seems like the coast is clear, but I
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| Wish I would’ve saw somethin' (Somethin')
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| Almost thought that I did (I did)
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| I wish I would’ve saw somethin' (Somethin')
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| 'Cause I was tryin' (Tryin')
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| But the more that I searched, the more that they hid
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| Like they never wanted to be discovered again
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| I wish I would’ve
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| I wish I would’ve
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| You know I get around like a ceilin' fan, I be chillin', man
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| Go to foreign lands to make fans
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| And try to get bands, and we make a killer, man
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| And we do it for the fam
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| When I run home and come on, she told be she be livin' with a man
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| Why you do it to me? |
| Damn
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| Who I gotta put my gun on? |
| Who about to get swung on?
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| He been eatin' my food
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| Huggin' my lil' dude, sleepin' in my bed
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| You been keepin' him fed
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| Lettin' him get in your head, he about to be dead
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| But no, he was stuck in my townhouse
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| 'Cause he died young while he was livin' there
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| Somebody shot him, got him high
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| Stuck in the sky, and they ain’t even give a care
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| But the suits there tell her, «Stay and prayer
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| Light sage, and then make a wish»
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| Said his name started with an M
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| If you see him there, then you tell him, «Chris»
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| Birthday is six, six, '06, so he protect in crystal
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| Didn’t see the ghost myself, but I wish though |