graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day
their graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One
trip to your heart Break these chains that keep us apart I'll fly away on a trip to your heart Ooh, I'll fly away on a trip to your heart Baby, can'
it's your turn to go? Nothing but clouds and white suits fill my vision Watching my life go down, like Christian Listen hear them bullets rang, shotguns and
again Open up next to you And my secrets become your truth And the distance between That was sheltering me comes in full view Hang my head, break my heart
been warned I'm a bullet and I'm headed straight for your heart, yeah Be careful what you start I'm a bullet and I'm headed straight for your heart,
turn my life round It?s like a crap game, couldn?t put the dice down I was hopeless, heart broke, and guilty I was raised off of oatmeal and grilled
dirt Crowd the clean magazine, chick lifting up her skirt Lines when I close my eyes and just Aim blindly at the sun and hear love When the ghosts start
turn off Just Louise and her lover So entwined And these visions of Johanna That conquer my mind In the empty lot where the ladies play Blindman's bluff with the keychain And
velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I ain't in no hurry You go run and tell your friends I?m losing touch. Fill their heads with rumors
in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away I'm in no hurry, you go run And tell your friends I'm losing touch Fill their heads with
you want I would shrink and I would disappear I would slip into the groove And cut me up And cut me up There's an empty space inside my heart Where
with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot, niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden State, it grows stink weeds and criminals
car Midnight Star, I wanna know, I wanna know Eat jelly dough nuts and lose twenty pounds a day Hear the story of the man born without a head And top
like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest That's so hard and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead And give 'em all they can get Send
So give me a minute to unbutton my coat And give a cheers to the man with his ears to the fan Cause he hear all that cold shit, blowin' in ghost shit,
