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Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat Doin' forever shit, like pissin' out the window on turnpikes Robbin' niggaz for leathers, high swipin' on dirt bikes Voice be metal like Von Harper radio
? Three niggaz dressed in black Roleys on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on the
we bury niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted 'bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin' to floss on him Blind
Yo, hold on, this is the way that I'm cut, right? Or why I sing, how I dipped under red lights Martini's is Ghost Deini's, stretched out On stage with
with 13 fingers, kissed a girl with 13 fingers Mutate Insectile Mutate Insectile GO GO GO Blood makes the grass grow I heard the ghost of Hitler on the radio
from a rainy Thursday on the avenue Thought I heard you talking softly I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio But still I can't escape the ghost
' in your socks Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb In the sprinklers girls double dutchin on the curb Sinatra
cost of livin' the life Ante up 'cause if you blow the dice On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight That's on everything, put it on the kids and
course Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees African killers bees, black watch On your radio, blowin' out yo' watts From Park Hill, the house on
(Ellie Goulding sample) u left ur blood stain on the floor u set ur sights on him u left a hand print on the door like all the boys before, like all the
front seat and turned on the radio And them sad old songs comin' out of them Speakers was solid country gold Then I noticed the stranger was Ghost-white
on the radio dial I've seen the airwaves pull your eyes towards Heaven Outside Topeka in the phone lines Her good teeth smile was winding down Engine sputters ghosts
I?m so far away from you Pacing up and down my room Does Jesus only love a man who loses? Turn on my radio There's some cat on the saxophone Laying down
you're waiting on a man It seems so long since yesterday The time goes by so slow When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show She shivers
for time, praying for endless night, might as well be wishing on stars 4. raingods dancing Empty churches, empty pews, in the subway nothing moves and the static on the radio
on glass and lips of dolls I'm told there was beauty in our silence So hold me angel, love me angel Kiss the sun and burn our lips dead radio Candy girl