Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Or is it all a dream? Is the violence in our nature Just the image of our maker? To become something greater Than the violence in our nature? Are we not good, good enough? Dancing on the crumbling precipice

I am invincible 'Cause my love is here to stay And I will chase the ghosts away When you need a light in the darkest night Just hear what I say I am invincible I'm not invisible Just like the movies When the hero never dies I am immortal

And I love you so much I'm gonna let you I'm not calling you a liar Just don't lie to me I'm not calling you a thief I'm not calling you a ghost Wraps itself around my tongue As it softly speaks

We're not who we used to be Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Same lips red, same eyes blue Same white shirt, couple more

I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one Trying to find the courage to talk to one I asked her for a dance Not a second glance My night had just begun Well I drink to the father and the holy ghost I'm kneeling at the alter of my nightly post So I'll

Three times for the Holy Ghost (Oh hell yes) Knock once for the Father Twice for the Son I'm a nervous wreck The drugs just make me reset (Three times) Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope of pointlessness

Just let me love you when your heart is tired I see those tears in your eyes And I feel so helpless inside Oh love, there's no need to hide I'm waiting on the sidelines From the sidelines If your ghost pulls you apart And it feels like you've lost who

Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine Laughing you motherfuckers can't

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's