Автор: Mr. Strange

I’m a ghost, ghost, ghost… Okay its time to silence all the nay says What they say will never phase

I’m a ghost… I’m sick of feeling like shit Sick of feeling like this Had some positivity inside of me,

I swear every day is something different Death and helplessness feeling so empty I trade my what if for others

Lost inside my thoughts I just might hit the fucking bottom Ain’t got hope left in my heart I just

Help me, my brother’s dead! What’s your name? Nicki What do you mean by your brother’s dead? He killed himself!

You ran up on him in the middle of the night Three shots off top then you vanish out of

Put that 38 to the face Pull it, you ain’t shit bitch Thought you were my blood Never will be

If you don’t work then you’re better off dead Put you in the dirt, bitch it’s off with your head

[Producer Tag] HK [Chorus 1] Soak up the rag, spark up the match Light up the night and I never

I’m a ghost Been through some shit Should’ve never been All this pain so relevant Swear to God it never