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ham sandwich (usa) - ghost 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ghost

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
rolled the dice and took a few gambles
spliced enough money together to get me some new samples (ghost)
i got a scar that could get you trampled
slurring all your words in the fade, we getting you canceled (d_mn, d_mn)
you’ll be looking for a new handle
my chopper got titties, it’s classifying as a new mammal (brr, wuh)
looking for the smoke, i got a few camels
all the wrong reasons, they seeing him on the news channel
like, d_mn, say it ain’t so (like, d_mn, say it ain’t so)
got all this pressure upon me, but i ain’t never gon’ fold (i ain’t never gon’ fold)
so many secrets i’m keeping, but no, i ain’t ever told (i ain’t never told)
this money a n_gga making, but no, i ain’t never sold out, nah (sold out nah)
i been in the stu, cooking heat up when it’s cold out
the family stressing, i told ’em hold out
i know we finna make it, and that’s no doubt
i’ll pop in this sh_t, it’ll be a blow out
so, let me get my flows out
until a n_gga flown out
but i can’t even go out
corona demotivating, but still, i need to show out
i know that i’m so amazing, but still, i need to slow down
’cause i’m getting h_lla faded, distilling all my thoughts into sumn that i can translate
i’m keeping away from coffins, i’m following mandates
that’s six feet from six feet ’cause six feet could be six deep
assist me with this speech
my wrist needs a big freeze
ya get me?
b_tch, please
i give her ass a big squeeze (yuh)
i smack that, but don’t kiss me (yuh)
i’m cat trapping with nidalee (yuh)
these rats rapping like biggie cheese (yuh)
i clap back and it’s history (yuh)
he back battling in little league (yuh)
they don’t know where a n_gga be (yuh)
i’m ghost with it (woo)
but nowadays with the music, i’m coast_to_coast with it (yessir)
and if you fell in my fire, you’d probably roast in it
toast in it
most in it
never make it out alive (d_mn)
hope you got f_cks left to give ’cause i’m out of mine
[verse 2: aerial ace]
you better give me sp_ce ’cause i ain’t got f_cking time
somebody out of line? then they running out of lines
bar none, dotted line
cut off, bottom line
i been this way, no sound design could ever reroute my mind
we reaching the great divide
the chauffeur my hand spasm
it’s manhattan, bet a big apple, you sand napping
i d_mn atoms
pull a python, make yo’ land chasm
have man fathom hand_to_handing god, ain’t no phantasm
his clan tagging
n_gga, play within yo’ bracket, you don’t want these f_cking taxes
you gon’ have to pay the ratchet in spirit
i’m opening phantom accounts, who knew my pistol was a poltergeist?
i’m ghost busting, copping bodies, they fear it
ain’t made an appearance
but yet, i’m in the civic recording
my brain been storming
the craft running till clearance
man, i’m just tryna give my fans that best planar experience
for the haters, rub they noses with the deepest endearment
i’m running ’em over
f_ckers should’ve stuck to my shoulders
and now you filed as a folder
dawg, i don’t even know ya
can’t believe my own people tryna question my quota (huh)
ya pity breakdown ain’t stopping my motor
boy, i’m popping with my brand like a sprite or a cola
on my side, it’s k!ller pieces like a gun in a holster
f_ck what they told ya
we was taking light, no floater
last of my people
now commanding infinite soldiers
i had no affinity contacting dead presidents
man, my life has been like a dollar, holding dead precedence
who was i, a culmination of everyone’s said evidence?
they storytelling within my own head residence
ghosts of the pass, i make sure that they pass and they go
ain’t no hoax or an act, i ain’t hosting no mask no more
oh no, my soul awoke until i will croak
and let it shed light on the sh_lls that are d_mn near broke
they need to ghost
[verse 3: yayu]
it’s the empty sp_ce between the truth and reason
live from a lucid dream
the astute, esteemed brought the beat to its knees
necromance the moment, clawing out for you to reach
my inner kid was fed a bit by all my muted speech
nowadays, it’s mute to me
i’m sick of hearing ‘bout this sh_t
i shed my soul, on we ain’t safe
i spent my life thinking ‘bout this
this the person i’ve created
where’s my license to be p_ssed?
ain’t to no to be remiss
i’m still highly inconsistent
still tryna feed a grift
mindlessly, i drift
and i’m b_tching about timing with my time, it seems ridiculous
i can tell i’m very easy to manipulate
so, you must understand, i had to be a mythicist
mastery of linguistics
half within an inch of it
nasty with the sh_t
still gnashing at the penitence
your inner eye is giving truth
you think you can’t ignore a genocide, well, get a clue
on the brink of holy war, so set aside your little proofs
no more thinking till the morgue is steady piling to the roof
the interest of our donors is our shining beam of luminance
consign me to the womb
i just called my momma crying, told her, “i don’t wanna do this sh_t”
mental break, catastrophize, i’m fired on futile sh_t
don’t know why i’m still ain’t used to it
i’m not convinced i’m human
must be something in between
allostatic interference, intervene
took myriads for the team, and then they left, no contact
peep, how many times you think i’m doing callbacks?
f_ck it, if you hear about me, hope it’s all bad
chip off my shoulder, not concerned ‘bout where they fall at
swear i had some empathy for cowards, where i lost that?
f_ck it, i know i won’t miss ‘em, let ‘em fall back
you did was you was ‘sposed to do
honestly, i’m really chilling, i got smoke and food
i saw my alignments with the living, but i’m ghost to you
we all dying in addition, that’s the total truth
everything inside us is the mission, i’m the multitude
so, if i find you, i ain’t tripping, i’m just so removed
right out the mind, i be a river, feel it flowing through
i made the pie on every window seal i’m floating to
open to close, i’m in the know, i got it locked
hey, i just got a drop
the prophet tears, i’m profiteering off
been running out of stock, i just gotta drop
i was there for all the overdoses on the block
listen, i don’t wanna stop
i’m in the know, i’m in control, i got it locked
i just gotta drop dead

- ham sandwich usa

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