out of this town Memories fade but the heart stays the same The ghosts of the past will haunt me till I fucking bash my brains And now, My heart takes
re on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your
the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride
these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over Sheriffs couldn't stop em
Feel-Ghost, feel Ghost, feel Ghost, now flow it, now back Hop, hop, hop, word (talking to fade) (Bridge - *Singer* through 2nd chorus and Ghost
I'm stepping in the heart of this here Care bear bumping in the heart of this here Watch me as I gravitate Hahahahahahaa. Yo, we gonna go ghost town,
chocolate attack. Shit, I'm stepping in the heart of this here Care bear bumping in the heart of this here watch me as I gravitate hahahahahahaa. Yo, we gonna go ghost town
heart of this here Care bear bumping in the heart of this here Now watch the way I gravitate Ah ha ha ha Yo, it?s ghost town This motown With yo sound
the heart of this here (Here) Care bear reppin' in the heart of this here (Here) Watch me as I gravitate Haha haha ha Yo, we goin' to ghost town, this
with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over Sheriffs couldn't stop
Throw this in your whip, convent, your tens blow Yo' I kick the ill rhymes like this Y'all niggas really never wrote rhymes like this C'mon, stop frontin
your goods simultaneiously in 50,000 neighborhioods THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS they comin out the dark and they comin for you they wanna pull out your heart
when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun But life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your
In a traffic jam with sweaty hands The kids we hype up just to drop These few pretty faces in ugly places The small towns where we would never stop Shitty
out along with the cigarettes and the red meats this fate can see in your eyes trying to match manuvers with your mouth open looks liek youre diamonds scratched and hearts
I'm know to roast Until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most I'm leaving niggaz comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your
made of gold If your crownin me the wizard Be my little pizza girl Yo and baby you'll deliver Cause your shootin through the city And your pretty
