Ghost Stories Lyrics

Album: 
Touch Is A Move (TIAM)
Song Year: 
2016
Genre: 
Hip Hop

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[Intro: pH]
Ghost stories
See me in a beamer
Fat booty chick on my left
Have you seen her?
I see me, packing up arenas
Getting shows, new clothes
Mama I’m a dreamer
Ghost stories
Story of my life
If get it right
Homey won’t be home for the night
That's ghost stories
Keep me up at night
So I write, on the page
Tryna bring that shit to light

[Hook: pH]
Ghost stories
See me in a beamer
Fat booty chick on my left
Have you seen her?
I see me, packing up arenas
Getting shows, new clothes
Mama I’m a dreamer
Ghost stories
Story of my life
If get it right
Homey won’t be home for the night
That's ghost stories
Keep me up at night
So I write on the page
Tryna bring that shit to light

[Verse 1: Yanga]
See, I’m the new McCoy
Dobbies rolling super low
I’m the reason all these kids just want to loop the chorus
And I’m truly poised to prove it, ‘til they shoot me for it
Who would have thought, the student got ‘em looking for a new thesaurus
Godly
Eish, I’m never missing a call
She tell [?] I’m with it if you triple the boy’s fee
Haha
Fucking shit up, I’m sorry
Taking digits, making figures, that’s a vision I’m for B
[?]
[?] next door futi [?]
I can see it in their eyes right now
Making wishes, hope I quit
Praying we trip and fall again
I can see it in their eyes right now
Hope a nigga skip his rent
[?]
Eish, I can see it in their eyes right now
They don’t think I might be next
I just hope I don’t forget

[Hook: pH]
Ghost stories
See me in a beamer
Fat booty chick on my left
Have you seen her?
I see me, packing up arenas
Getting shows, new clothes
Mama I’m a dreamer
Ghost stories
Story of my life
If get it right
Homey won’t be home for the night
That's ghost stories
Keep up me at night
So I write on the page
Tryna bring that shit to life

[Verse 2: Yanga]
Bati vuka ekuseni
Push pennies [?]
Lose everything [?]
[?]
Still spitting what a few won’t sell
We split figures that a Jew won’t tell
Top secret [?]
[?]
Puff, pass, [?]
Still sipping as we toast to power
‘Til it feel like we supposed to drown
Word to the gods, upper echelon
Got my levels on
[?]
Broke laws, never known no bounds
I got a short lifespan, so I’m fucking with the YOLO crowd
And you know we want cheese, French delicacies
And trips overseas, time to stamp my visa [?]
[?]
Smell success on my breath nina

[Hook: pH]
Ghost stories
See me in a beamer
Fat booty chick on my left
Have you seen her?
I see me, packing up arenas
Getting shows, new clothes
Mama I’m a dreamer
Ghost stories
Story of my life
If get it right
Homey won’t be home for the night
That's ghost stories
Keep up me at night
So I write on the page
Tryna bring that shit to life