Scottie Da Ghost - WhereTheSpiritsDwell

Coming out my shell
Im a ghost looking froze
Frosted from my head to toes
Got you stuck in limp mode
When we puffin on that dro
Make you slow the tempo
Tryna find flow
Like a young mezzrow
Rub my temples
Pour it out the pencil
Try to scratch the itch
But further it
Just know I meant well
I'm Where the spirits dwell
At the well by the grove
Deep in the woods
Breathe good no service on the phone
Sometimes, I prefer to be alone
Like I got no heart left to call a home
So we build a box to get in the zone
When we smoke cuz we broke
Band together to stay a float
Then we toke
Got the bag snatch the wood and let it roll
Pick the pieces off the floor
Just know they'll never fit back to make a whole
Try to fill the hole that's got you feeling so cold
Just to feed the flames,make the pain grow so slow
Ghost

Written by:
Dylon Kelly

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