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standing on the corner - ghost friend 6 lyrics

[verse]
uh, uh, uh (uh)
had a friend, he’s a ghost now
yet somehow i’m the fool
turn a page and discard him like we do with old news
life is haunted, music songs and two cigars you pay the wraith
six cloves of garlic spelled reversed, whispered words into a candle
(truth will steal the fate of my enemies)
ripped off like a case of mistaken identity
it’s hard to claim you’re real with metal parts poking out
hard to cry with tears, even harder without
to smother sobs without sound ignored by those with pen in hand
flip a bone up in the sky, no need to teach to k!ll a man
it’s innate (here comes the pain!)
i climb ‘cuz i am a ape
am a saint but keep playing with mine
i slow your grind like a reggae tape, rude boy
here in silence is a true joy
seven summers quiet there’s my voice, hear me speak
pray your feet don’t sleep
listen, don’t lie down, it’s sweet when that grief won’t die down
the night is for crying, i’m chester himes
coulda’ sworn your tongue was tied
‘cuz the way you twist the truth is the way i twist a lock
there is no guide to be found, there is no doctor you can call
no powder you can smoke for so much trouble in your life
why hold on? (+gunshot+)
it’s a moment, something’s up then you’re gone
might not feel no pain, might just feel a spark
players on the board, no remarks from the tricks
you ain’t no pimp, you a [?] you need a muzzle
you make me sick
i wonder why there’s terror on the rise
with things they justify (make you cry)
my guy, i’m not scared of your performance or belated
your support is so frustrating, your importance so inflated
pop your heart, you have a long ass [?] that got you on the loom
there’s a reason that they begging me to drop in every room
it’s coming soon, ready for the hate first you gotta clear the womb
clinic visit, they be straight into your tomb
embrace the will to die then life’ll leave behind and slip
nothing really matters dawg, existence just a blip
strap a bomb to my chest, life’s too long for the trip
blow up this sh+t, before i split the [?] of my mind then slit your wrist
bits and pieces children left
revenge for every ounce of soul that still rebound and slip
high on love, these brothers really take their chance, ignore and doubt us
we possessed, good luck with that, i wish you best
watch your step, slow down these necks
(watch your step, slow down these+)
[bridge]
i know and you know
that no matter what we know, we like to tell everybody how we feel about it all
and if we’ve offended anybody in any way
the+ the last thing that we want to say is+

[outro]
dearly departed
stop it
get help
get help
stop it
get help
stop it

- standing on the corner lyrics

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