GHOSTEMANE - PROXY lyrics
[GHOSTEMANE - PROXY lyrics]
I could be the poster boy for shit ass luck
I couldn't tell you how many times
I been lit off this bud
The ground all around me
I don't know how they found me
But this shit don't stop
If there's a god then he popped
A laxative and he sitting over my head again
Even if I died I bet that shit
Would land on my next of kin
But I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Takin no shit even if that's god himself
He betta be ready fo a lick
Don't even try to comprehend the
Shit that I say silent is the way I stay
And violent is the way I play
But I been tryin to change
But when a motherfucker test me
Like SAT then I S S A T
And I don't know why the
Fuck I'm spellin it out
Cause most of you too dumb to read
See I have a lot of fun
Everything going good
Got a drank, not a thang in the bank
But I don't need a thang if I gotta bad chick
And a little bit of cash in my name
But that's the way I been living
The way I been thinking, it's fucking me up
But I don't give a shit, I could die tomorrow
I might as well self destruct
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
If all of my dreams came true
You would be no more
And I'd be sitting on the block
Chilling on death row
Doin' the same shit, that I'm doing now
That's word countin' down the days
Until I leave my body on earth
A little birdie told me about
This chick I know
How she was dreaming 'bout my hands
Gripping her throat but it ain't no thang
'cause most chicks just can't hang
They talk a whole lotta game
But don't know how to play call me a fuckup
Cause I think that is my calling in life
Take a good thang, grind it up
Put it in a pipe
Flick a bic, watch it light
Blow it out in the strife
And see it fade away, never no more
Thank you to pride
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
I couldn't tell you how many times
I been lit off this bud
The ground all around me
I don't know how they found me
But this shit don't stop
If there's a god then he popped
A laxative and he sitting over my head again
Even if I died I bet that shit
Would land on my next of kin
But I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Takin no shit even if that's god himself
He betta be ready fo a lick
Don't even try to comprehend the
Shit that I say silent is the way I stay
And violent is the way I play
But I been tryin to change
But when a motherfucker test me
Like SAT then I S S A T
And I don't know why the
Fuck I'm spellin it out
Cause most of you too dumb to read
See I have a lot of fun
Everything going good
Got a drank, not a thang in the bank
But I don't need a thang if I gotta bad chick
And a little bit of cash in my name
But that's the way I been living
The way I been thinking, it's fucking me up
But I don't give a shit, I could die tomorrow
I might as well self destruct
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
If all of my dreams came true
You would be no more
And I'd be sitting on the block
Chilling on death row
Doin' the same shit, that I'm doing now
That's word countin' down the days
Until I leave my body on earth
A little birdie told me about
This chick I know
How she was dreaming 'bout my hands
Gripping her throat but it ain't no thang
'cause most chicks just can't hang
They talk a whole lotta game
But don't know how to play call me a fuckup
Cause I think that is my calling in life
Take a good thang, grind it up
Put it in a pipe
Flick a bic, watch it light
Blow it out in the strife
And see it fade away, never no more
Thank you to pride
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme
You might not understand all of
The shit in my mind
I'm the Ghoste of the underground
Listen to this rhyme