Play this shit in the club for me, for me, for me (for me) I just ran hunnid yard dash You spent too much cash Screw your Goyard bags I knew that you wouldn't last (no way) I'm in physics class I knew that you wouldn't ask She got too much (shh, what?)

I bet you never saw it coming Something's got you up all night Someone's gotta make it right Now tell me who you're gonna call So tell me who you're gonna call I bet you never saw it coming (Never saw it coming) Creatures like us, can't be alone I bet

You laugh creating a lightness in my chest Your eyes they penetrate me (Your answer's always maybe) And that's when I got up and left Like the angel you are They turn the lights down low In shadows hiding from the world Only coming out when it gets cold

They're waiting for the sun to go down You've got bones in your closet You've got ghosts in your town Ain't no doubt, dear, They're gonna come out You can't hide from your demons Feel them all lurking around You're runnin' scared cause You know they're

So send the X and O's on another note, I'm ghost Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, girl So fuckin' done with all the games you play Send the X and O's on another note I'm do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah And you got

But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones

Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead Better run, here we come Go on, hold me close So long to the ones you know We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of

Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news

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

We gotta fight This is a war cry (this is a war cry) This is a spiritual warfare, a spiritual Devil you can't have my soul I belong to God and I'm fighting you off With the power of the Holy Ghost This is a war cry (war cry) (Devil you can't have my