GHOST Songtext
von Cal Scruby

(808 Mafia)

That′s a long, long line, that's outside (that′s outside)
That's my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don′t go comment on my post
Don′t send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost

I gotta go, I don′t know if I'm ready
The snow in the bag, it don′t fall like confetti
It's me and my brothers, it′s Ed, Edd n Eddy
Yeah, hop in the car, it's a Honda or Chevy
He charged me an arm and a leg, but whatever
As long as it get me like Mario Andretti (wow)


Sound like an awful year
All they got to offer is thoughts and prayers
Pretty fast talk, like an auctioneer
You cannot afford what it cost to care
Showed no love for the long career
Now the shows over, it's off the air
Growin′ up, I never thought it′d be like this
Tryna be like Skip, I never lost a hair

Do it for the fam, fuck all the data
And for the fans, thank y'all for the latter
Everybody else, thank y′all for the chatter
(Hey batta, batta, hey batta, batta bat)
Swingin' for the fence, lookin′ for a couple hits
Like a home run ball to Saturn
I felt like Marshall Mathers, when he lost a battle
But I won that war, and that's all that matters

80 proof, it′s in the puddin'
Penicillin with the Hennessy
That's the taste of my own medicine
That′s what makes it my remedy
They tried erasing my memory, I think that creates an identity
I think that′s what makes you my enemy
But you not replacing my legacy, no, no


That's a long, long line, that′s outside (that's outside)
That′s my hometown, sold that shit out twice (yeah, two times)
At the wrong place, at the wrong time
If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find
Put it all online, yeah

Please don't act like we were close
Don′t go comment on my post
Don't send flowers to my folks
When I was livin', you were ghost