Mc Chris Give Up The Ghost Lyrics
Give Up The Ghost by MC Chris
(Chorus x2)
High term, I'm gonna give it the ghost, so
Beth and I laughing on Seasoners
Scared about weirdo smoker
It ain't a deal cause I know that ghost is long departed
I'm high in front of my heart that started
Samson, Samoan, need to laugh it off, although
It's part of a part that don't go
(Verse)
Look me, preceding the pack that's wrong
A done deed, I felt like nothing's wrong
No breaks, awake like Breaking Bad
No mistake, a faker's faking death
Love, weed, brick, packs that stack a mountain
Do it again until every time I die
But then front and dumb this on the Morgue
That's why I'm told to condone
Love weed, I burn like each day
Lost money and set up my new fate
Don;t miss me, don't visit on holidays
White nigga fucking down my minded men
Love weed, what's new is missing booze
No pierce, seven years and still confused
I swear never to see it clear
But I'm here, better fight the flight from fear
(Chorus x2)
High term, I'm gonna give it the ghost, so
Beth and I laughing on Seasoners
Scared about weirdo smoker
It ain't a deal cause I know that ghost is long departed
I'm high in front of my heart that started
Samson, Samoan, need to laugh it off, although
It's part of a part that don't go
(Verse)
I'm a potter, go ahead, call me names!
A mom hitter, got me through college days
I will bug off, (???)
(???) the vomit that meet your maze
Just a joke, living with my folks
After school, but I thought I was older
Emissaries staring at the walls
Smoking dope, and set on making calls
Get a job, but I was always high
Lost a job and I wonder why
I'm a spy, my dogs still (???)
Turn up a notch and bake a pumpkin pie
Wiggle, babe, right up from behind
Your point bomb, according to a friend of mine
Nah, ah, come here, I clean the cock
I smoke buns, man, I'm feeling starved
Clean hum, I'm a hunter's breath
Games on, yes, I have a hit
Put the same, I claim a rapper changed
But the song is sagging out my aim
(Chorus x2)
High term, I'm gonna give it the ghost, so
Beth and I laughing on Seasoners
Scared about weirdo smoker
It ain't a deal cause I know that ghost is long departed
I'm high in front of my heart that started
Samson, Samoan, need to laugh it off, although
It's part of a part that don't go
High term, I'm gonna give it the ghost, so
Beth and I laughing on Seasoners
Scared about weirdo smoker
It ain't a deal cause I know that ghost is long departed
I'm high in front of my heart that started
Samson, Samoan, need to laugh it off, although
It's part of a part that don't go
(Verse)
Look me, preceding the pack that's wrong
A done deed, I felt like nothing's wrong
No breaks, awake like Breaking Bad
No mistake, a faker's faking death
Love, weed, brick, packs that stack a mountain
Do it again until every time I die
But then front and dumb this on the Morgue
That's why I'm told to condone
Love weed, I burn like each day
Lost money and set up my new fate
Don;t miss me, don't visit on holidays
White nigga fucking down my minded men
Love weed, what's new is missing booze
No pierce, seven years and still confused
I swear never to see it clear
But I'm here, better fight the flight from fear
(Chorus x2)
High term, I'm gonna give it the ghost, so
Beth and I laughing on Seasoners
Scared about weirdo smoker
It ain't a deal cause I know that ghost is long departed
I'm high in front of my heart that started
Samson, Samoan, need to laugh it off, although
It's part of a part that don't go
(Verse)
I'm a potter, go ahead, call me names!
A mom hitter, got me through college days
I will bug off, (???)
(???) the vomit that meet your maze
Just a joke, living with my folks
After school, but I thought I was older
Emissaries staring at the walls
Smoking dope, and set on making calls
Get a job, but I was always high
Lost a job and I wonder why
I'm a spy, my dogs still (???)
Turn up a notch and bake a pumpkin pie
Wiggle, babe, right up from behind
Your point bomb, according to a friend of mine
Nah, ah, come here, I clean the cock
I smoke buns, man, I'm feeling starved
Clean hum, I'm a hunter's breath
Games on, yes, I have a hit
Put the same, I claim a rapper changed
But the song is sagging out my aim
(Chorus x2)
High term, I'm gonna give it the ghost, so
Beth and I laughing on Seasoners
Scared about weirdo smoker
It ain't a deal cause I know that ghost is long departed
I'm high in front of my heart that started
Samson, Samoan, need to laugh it off, although
It's part of a part that don't go