Apollo nineteen - 6th Sense lyrics

[Apollo nineteen - 6th Sense lyrics]

The worst of the worst
Very blessed to be honest
See words as my worth
Keep em dressed up n polished
Like pleats in my shirt, cologne and corsages
Sins in the dirt, a corpse in the coffin
Often, reclusin' in the studio
Wonder if it's haunted
Eyes skewed to the door
Heard knuckles knockin
But it was just a kickdrum
I'm buggin off coffee
Had to pause the track
Take a breathe and get off it
Eyes all glossy, 5 hours passed me
Feelin wired up like FBI tryina tap me
Antsy, figured I'ma call it a night
Look in the mirror swore I saw
The ghost of gatsby alive

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