Ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is....

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

My flesh is cold as a ghost

And I, could’ve been

Next fall, next blade in the king

Bleed red, four doors in the Benz

But I met four ghosts in the pen

And I, could’ve been

Dead, boy, my soul is amiss

Flushed skin, X types of a kiss

Rather hate, *****

Just face the abyss, and I (Ayy!)

Place blame for this s**t

Rather be dead, dull blades on my wrist, wrist

******* with my head, get dead, that’s the gist

Flushed, you can see it on me, I'm pissed, pissed

Lost in the mist (Ayy), pants full of piss (Ayy)

Pick a daffodilly, so pretty at this

Fist ****, started feeling, silly willy, take a look

At the rope, then he jumped

All he needed was a brick, brick

Daisy, those are making Fugazi

Lost, I pick up a case and

Close it, close it, pick up the rabies (ay, ay, ay)

Daisy, those are making Fugazi

Lost, I pick up a case and

Close it, close it, pick up the rabies (ay ay, ay ay)

Living a farce

Living a farce, living a farce

Living a farce

Living a farce, living a farce

I've held a ghost

And it slipped through my fingertips