[ INSTRUMENTAL ]
Übersetzung: Air. Ghost Sound.
turn out the light There are stains on the floor Where kitchen once stood There are ribs on the fire place Mixed with the wood There are forces in the air Ghosts
: Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall Leave the death ledger under city hall Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Leave the
: Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed floor. Leave the death lecher under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave
hurtin' now I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down [Outro: Ghostface Killah] God, yeah, party people You are now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost
: [Intro: Ghostface] Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio 777 FM, we in God dimension Sponsored by Stark Enterprise Shout out to everybody
that you call in the air. Come down, come down, sweet reverent Until my simple heart sound ring. And ring. Ring like silver, ring like gold. Ring out those ghosts
again Every hour on the hour He will reappear and make it clear that he's around It's not your average social call He does it all without a sound Her ghost
beats for himself Rocafella's only niggaz that help My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air, here
: Sleeping in the beetle bug With a hundred pounds of air in my heart. Don't think that I'm able to sympathize, I'm happier to see it gone. Floating
, the rotten tooth king Ghosts of my dead friends linger I toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin' Cock back, four pound, let six in the air Rock that raw sound
And said when will you go away She said who cares you`re not Entitled to ask those things today Don't let the salt get in your eye Don't let the ghost
can't depend on the air You can't depend on a wise man You can't find them because they're not there You can depend on cruelty Crudity of thought and sound
Ghost Your are Ghost We?re all Ghost We?re all just Ghost Im a Ghost Your are Ghost We?re all Ghost We?re all just Ghost [Werd] I am Ghost (Ghost) Lost
sinner will end up in the everlastin winter of hellfire Throw on this mix just picks your third eye out you cry out your words fly out, and sounds die
Sleeping in the beetle bug With a hundred pounds of air in my heart Don't think that I'm able to sympathize I'm happier to see it gone Floating above