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downtown - ghost ride lyrics

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thinking back to the dope rhymes
i co-signed, in ’09
just a youngin’ back in ’05
hittin’ homers out the coastline
release your neck like a bo-tie
i’m goldust in a dusty spell
6 feet that’s under jail
you’re under spells and underwhelmed
get spun around and hung from h-ll
the thunder yelled
i’m dt, a philosophist with a ton of hits
i might be paying your mama’s rent
i represent the 1% of youth that’s being cuffed and lynched
from guns from rich, but never ran from none of it
that’s why i’m repping tunnel vis
you weak -ss, trash -ss, sons a b-tch
i’m gettin’ paper like dunder miff
and none of these people funded it
they rob me of my youth, they got me feeling like the government
f-ck em!
my sh-t is hot like mila kunis
i ether movements, that’s me producing the east influence
from beneath the ruins, i’m number one
i blast the rockets like we in houston
like we in houston
(houston we have a problem)

it’s 3 am when it hits my spine
pallbearers, he-rs-s, they’re hitching a ride
soul, spirit, body, and they float on the coastline
yeah, i’m just along for the ghost ride
see it all fall like a wave in the night time
yeah, i’m just along for the ghost ride

i’m brandon wright the way i got my brandin’ right
and everything i smoke is green like a can of sprite
and everything i spit is dope like a bag of white
guns next to roses that’s my appet-te, it’s for destruction
i got visions of the afterlife
i see the reaper coming in to grab my hand at night
i ripped the mask off his face and then i wore it just for bragging rights
since a youngin’ i’ve been dreaming of the camera lights
now i dream about my father thinking what if god had spared his life?
but god is good, i’m in the paper chase
tryna fill a vacant sp-ce
of chains and blades, and laid grenades
and everything i lost in the middle of the flames engaged
like taker, kane
needles fell down at the south of the border
and blood spilled red for a half of a quarter
they’re after your soul, and they’re after your daughter
you’ll be gasping for water
after blasts from the mortar
now you’re going through the yellow pages
for a casket supporter
(you better call ’em)

it’s 3 am when it hits my spine
pallbearers, he-rs-s, they’re hitching a ride
soul, spirit, body, and they float on the coastline
yeah, i’m just along for the ghost ride
see it all fall like a wave in the night time
yeah, i’m just along for the ghost ride



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