Oh God, I need a head rush, uh
And those boys don't party like us, nah
My voice is raw from my cigar
Now I'm ghost, huh, huh
Oh God, I need a head rush, uh
And those boys don't party like us, nah
My voice is raw from my cigar
Now I'm golden, I'm ghostin'
Often, you can hear me say in songs that I'm strapped
Because I've always got a bomb ticking down in my jacket
I don't fucking hesitate, your whole block can get leveled
I'm a Godsend, but sometimes, I do work for the devil
I'm a punk rock terrorist, think I need a therapist
So fucking nefarious, I never been scared of shit
If I spare your life, you better praise my generosity
If I want you dеad, there ain't no use calling thе cops on me
Oh God, I need a head rush, uh
And those boys don't party like us, nah
My voice is raw from my cigar
Now I'm ghost, huh, huh
Oh god, I need a head rush, uh
And those boys don't party like us, nah
My voice is raw from my cigar
Now I'm golden, I'm ghostin'
Tell me, can you see the future?
Answer me one question
Will I ever die?
Pastor, answer me a question
Can I destroy heaven if I'm still alive?
I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
Jaden on my mixtape, blood drips on my griptape
My wrist is all scarred, but I swear to God, my fists ain't
My world is on fire, look around like I ain't did this
I see the concrete getting closer, imma kiss it
I just wanna a whip with bass that's louder than the kick, uh
Double cross the clique and we just fucking on your bitch, uh
Find us in the pit, swinging fists, then you get hit, uh
Catch a pussy lacking, get to scrapping then I dip, uh
Tell me, can you see the future?
Answer me one question
Will I ever die?
Pastor, answer me a question
Can I destroy heaven if I'm still alive?
I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
I just wanna freak, I just wanna freak out
Tell me, can you see the future? (Oh God, I need a head rush, uh)
Answer me one question (and those boys don't party like us, nah, voice is raw from my cigar, now I'm ghost)
Will I ever die? (Huh, huh)
Pastor, answer me a question (oh God, I need a head rush, huh, and those boys don't—)
Can I destroy heaven if I'm still alive? (—Party like us, nah, my voice is raw from my cigar, now I'm golden, I'm ghostin')