GHOSTEMANE - I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't lyrics

I wasn't shit until I told
You "take 7 steps back"
Now these bitches throw my picture up
And say that I'm they dad
I'm the mac with a tendency to say
Just fuck it all and snap
See deep down I think I give a
Fuck but it's too late for that
You might wanna think twice before you
Set a foot inside my show
I'm just sayin' it's a 50
50 shot at a broken nose
Why promoters want to book me
But they can't spell Ghoste?
Y'all forgot the "E" for every time
I drop the room explode
You should never misunderstand that I
Am always down to die
And I know that I won't always
Feel that way if I'm alive
All these bitches wonder why I
Don't pay 'em mind
Maybe 'cause it's every time I see
Your mouth a rapper dick inside

(I wanna believe you, but I don't)

Run up in a valley in the
Belly of a psychedelic entity
I'm trippin' like I got my shoe strings tied
I'm on the rise and now I'm
Feelin like I'm Edward Kelly, i
Dropped out of college the
Knowledge I fathered
Through alchemy made me supreme
Pretendin' to be a disciple by
Quotin' and postin' up shit
That you will never read!

What if I told you that my
Soul made of solid gold?
Would you cut me up and throw
Me in the rabbit hole?
What if I told you I believe
You but my Tommy don't?
Pump your guts full of lead
Like I'm Al Capone
What if I told you that my
Soul made of solid gold?
Would you cut me up and throw
Me in the rabbit hole?
What if I told you I believe
You but my Tommy don't?
Pump your guts full of lead
Like I'm Al Capone