JAKE D - HOLY GHOST

I'm not hiding shit anymore, I'm letting it all out
Pussy

My dad been acting different since we dipped from out the mobile home
Someone teach me how to open up before I overdose
No ones safe when I start showing signs of the Holy Ghost
Hold composure when against the ropes cause life's a rodeo
Pistol on my hip make me limp like I got polio
Antonio will drop you on your dome and deem you comatose
Hope is gone, Ain't nothing you can do to stop the overflow
If my love hate me, She can lie and I'll still throw a bone
I'ma slide on her, I arrive and she home alone
I'm so high, I can't even decide what kind of hoe I want
Fucked for life, Demons inside of me poking holes in bones
Marijuana all in my eyes, I'm using smoke cologne
I been foaming at the mouth, I'm spitting acid through my teeth
Bring a casket to his house and throw his ass in while he sleep
Don't be asking for some peace, We don't have none to release
You a stand-up guy but you sat when it came to beef
An assassin with a passion for the rapping and the weed
Not an average motherfucker, I'm disastrous and a fiend
Roll my blunt and I don't pass it but I'm ashing on your seats
I'm Steven Nash on the Mavericks, You just a faggot, Jason C.
I need some action, Let's get it cracking, This mac'll make them bleed
Still from the south, I just moved further down to hit the beach
You a bitch, Couldn't handle my life, Walk with my feet
It costs a fee, Your happiness and kindness took for weak

Find some cover, Motherfucker
Bullets numbered with your name
Pull the trigger, Let it bang and then I'm shitting on your grave
What's the business? I'm a menace, In a minute I'll behave
It's in his blood to do some drugs and get addicted to them
That's why I always be myself cause I don't get influenced
You had so many opportunities and really blew it
My partner turned into a snake but I won't get into it
Turn an empty plate into an entree, That's what we itching for
Hit the floor before you get it boy
I'm pitiful
A criminal with minimal of the principles
I'm in Florida with the Seminoles
I'm in control, The first face on the centerfold

And here's a toast, to the Holy Ghost

Written by:
Jacob Dobbs

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