cold It's all happy endings and tragic lives This ain't what they had in mind She says "Stay overnight,stay right by my side" But there's truth wrapped up in little stars
Translation: Ghosts. Wrapped Up In Little Stars.
me cold It's all happy endings and tragic lives This ain't what they had in mind She says "Stay overnight,stay right by my side" But there's truth wrapped up in little stars
Ghost, I ain't hearing it Been Nike Airing it, white tee out Stick-up kid season when the dice be out I'm a thug or star investing in living, n****z sippin' soup Ghost
ain't edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck You wanna gun who (*laughing*), what? Shit it's the ghost
I wish I could bubble wrap my heart, In case I fall and break apart, I'm not God I can't change the stars, And I don't know if there's life on Mars, But
take me away like hell gone, word is born Need to get away to go back to where I come from So just call me Poltergaist, cause I'm ghost I'm all wrapped up
out in some big car In the streets, like I am some big star And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up Like leavin' they whole career in some
catch em when send the pinebox Leave your head wrapped up months, while I passed the blunt To my niggas, we all rocked out whats up jiggas Sometimes
in some big car In the streets, like I ain't some big star And these young mother fuckers, is about to fuck up Like leavin' they whole career in some
Wish i could bubble wrap my heart in case i fall, and break apart i'm not god i cant change the stars i don't know if there's life on mars but i know
edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut his guts out, wrap his intestines around his neck You wanna gun who [laughing], what? Shit it's the ghost
Ghost, I ain't hearing it Been Nike Airing it, white tee out Stick-up kid season when the dice be out I'm a thug or star investing in living, niggaz sippin' soup Ghost
