Lyrics:
The Black Ghosts Any Way You Choose To Give It

could bottle what you got then life would be too perfect I'll take it as it comes, any way you choose to give it Any way you choose to give it is sincerely

Grain grippin' on the wheel Turn it, turn it Blow another stack I earned it, earned it Blow another amp Pull another tramp Light another blunt Burn it, burn it Flame it

sky It's pitch-black no stars time for you to die Why is what you ask me? But then I ask you, why are you a bitch motherfucka then I blast you Send you