We was livin’ spooky nights
I was chillin’ with these ghosts, it’s so cold with this ice
I can feel it in my bones, walk alone in the night
Singing “please release my soul, let me float to the skies”
You tacky rockin’ denim coats, buttons sewn in your eyes (Coraline)
Free quote on the pie, but the devil got his slice
I can feel the scythe as I walk on the Bridge of Sighs
Strip the grapes, strip the vines, spill my blood like it’s wine yeah
Monga pullin’ up eating all the Popeyes
Phone on 3%, that’s how I know it’s finna die
If I got the Scream mask on, you finna die
Finna die, boy you finna die
Nukkas (nukka, nukka) hit my line acting like they off a line
I might just whip out the 9 if a b#tch is tryna die
sh#t might get dirty if you f#ck with Migga Clean
I got a b#tch and she built like a high school vending machine
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, I got ghosts in my home
It go ‘show, show, show’ when the scythe hit his dome (shng)
You a no show bro, f#ck around and catch the smoke
You a no show bro, bro, bro
Talking to Azrael ‘cause I don’t know what’s real, but
I can’t even feel my f#ckin’ heart, is it beatin’?
Trudgin’ through this hell (yuh), by my lonely self (f#ck)
I just heard the news from afar, he ain’t breathin’
Shot ‘em in the lungs (woah), then they pulled the plug (yo)
Pull up on the plug, lights out, hit the rug (yo)
Need a goose, better duck, she’s a doll, so possessed
Shattered mirrors, scattered thoughts, fractured pieces of myself (woah)
It’s spooky season, y’all shoulda stayed a fetus
Split his head in half, now he lookin’ like a p#n#s (bonk)
Don’t give any handouts, we don’t f#ckin’ need it (ooh)
Have you breathin’ heavy like General Grievous
I’m finna piss on your grave
I am a man, not a slave
I am monkey, not an ape
Machete will give you a shave
I’m finna piss on your grave
I am a man, not a slave
I am a monkey, not ape
Machete will give you a shave (n#gg#)
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, I got ghosts in my home
It go ‘show, show, show’ when the scythe hit his dome (shng)
You a no show bro, f#ck around and catch the smoke
You a no show bro, bro, bro
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, I got ghosts in my home
It go ‘show, show, show’ when the scythe hit his dome (shng)
You a no show bro, f#ck around and catch the smoke
You a no show bro, bro, bro
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