together is a lucid dream You're just like them You're just like them You're just like them You're just like them
When the crypt doors creak and the tombstones quake Spooks come out for a screaming wake Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize Grim grinning
(Michael Jackson) You can look at them coming out the walls You can look at them climbing out the bushes You can find them when the letter's bout to fall
No, no, you know I can't really make you love me, no, no You know I'm haunted on overseas Haunted on each coast Play them like Ebaneeza I made them
, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built them
Now the sound of that'd be dope Bottles pop out while we smoke Hate we met, proud that we broke Let them girls crowdin' me go If they got something to show, let them
I didn't know what I had till it was gone Now I?m falling down, falling down, falling down And the trouble with the truth that you face Is you're haunted
my eyes When sleep's about to come after a restless night I go there in my dreams, Back to the Orchard The seasons of my life, I watched them pass The
' Ragman, your song of the street Keeps haunting my memory Music in the air I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones with old city songs Hear them, how they talk
lead in the right direction Not to heed them is a bad reflection They'll show you the way into what you have been seeking To ignore them you're only
our love haunt you Lust for what you want and go for your guns And back out on anyone tries to interfere or intervene With me peelin' your wide body outta them
on the corner and they slanging them drugs Giving up shots out to the glock, glock Eighty eight to the ten five Them killas be pumping them slugs Niggas
a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby, get 'em up wid me thugs See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs Givin'
45 Semiautomatic explodin between your eyes; surprise You never thought your yesterdays would come back to haunt you But believe me, I've come back to haunt
got 99 problems and they all bitches Wish I was Jigga Man, carefree living But I'm not Sean or Martin Louie I'm the Cleveland nigga rollin' with them
This is me calling you out for all these built up superstitions They haunt me now and then for just a little light down here Well, I would run, I would
what a dream! [J:] a distant bell, [B:] It comes at night and taunts me, [J:] and stars that fell [B:] and, like your jokes, it haunts me until [J:] like
have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are said I know But let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go Death
