I put the life beating out Like a stray in a boat Let the scenery pass Like a blown-out TV Thought I saw a ghost But it might have been me Might have
were gathered 'round the dinner table I said, "Kids, if you could go anywhere in this great big world now Where'd you like to go ta?" They said, "Dad
? How many niggas for real? Like Mary Louelle as long as I live Forty five strategized like, oh dow Niggas can blast at me, bitches can pass me Fuck,
And even a little is still better Oh, have mercy on me Oh, it's probably plain to see That I got a whole lot of pain in me And it will always remain in me
don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partying I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just a man who's on the mic, so let me entertain you My lyrical
it out Broad-daylight, I seen my homeboy get takin' out They shot at me They got at me Never could they get at me I gotta thank the Lord from shielding me
guy?! I tried to get away, I said, "Well, never mind Maybe I'll see you some other time" But then he grabbed me by my arm and told me I couldn't leave
my head, whut Scrubatism I'm about, whut Slappin' baywatch beauties in the mouth, whut I stomp ghosts that think they hard, whut Pickin' fights up at the graveyard, whut You don't like me
in your ears! Don't steer towards the island! The Wild Sea is calling me The Wild Sea is calling me The Wild Sea is calling me The Wild Sea is calling me
past I just kept screaming, ?Come on, dad? That was twenty years ago, you don't know me at all You trying to talk to you is like talking to the wall Yeah, you gave me
ain?t gotta change shit I?m so dangerous And my style like a smile So contagious Bitches givin? me they hearts So consistent never smart Cause they always beggin? me
my daddy sold his soul To someone called the devil that he'd met along life's road Dad would stop to drink a toast and mom was looking like a ghost Was
I trust Not to say I must But he's a friendly guy He used to live in the sky And then I gave him the key Now he's living with me He's not the holy ghost
in too late You're running out of time You're running out of time You and me are victims of our blood Haunted by the ghosts of who we loved Our parents
of remembrance, ooh My act of remembrance, ooh, ooh Drove my car to your street Hoped a ghost I would meet Well, that ghost, he's moved on, yeah But his anger, Dad
together I can't have guests Never? Ever if dad found out That I'd been let out or you'd been let in I should go then, before I do promise me you won
see the holy ghost But the father and the son they seemed like regular folks Jesus rolled his eyes when his dad made Jesus jokes And he forgave me for
to the bang, bang boogie Say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat And me