't hear you sing it seems you've lost your melody this symphony won't last too long before the sky falls down there's a ghost town for a graveyard where
Translation: Here I Come Falling. A Ghost Town For A Graveyard.
're here to sharpen your sword" All praises due to T.M.F.,Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, ghost Eh yo, we at the weed gate Waitin' for Jake we want eight
the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"} Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know like when the cops come, you never
All the little places around the town Gabriel was painter A good one in his youth Between poverty and a hustle He chose a substitute Tenure and a greenhouse
