JAMBA BOYS - Ghost Sounds

I feel like a genie the way I'm coming out the bottle
And she wants to go fast, so I guess I gotta go full throttle
If she's going too fast then I'll just go call up Michael Myers
Told her spread your wings and hurry up, I only got an hour
Yeah, yeah
I pop a pill I pop a sill, I feel like Malcolm in the middle
You were riding in a car you posted, but it was just a rental
Keep a mask on like I'm Michael Myers, in case I gotta kill you
Took your sister to the bathroom, bent her over killed her

Yeah, she's on a runway
Yeah, she ain't gonna runaway
Yeah, I feel like Kanye
Yeah, twisted fantasy
Yeah, got your girl on me
Yeah, and she's choosing
Yeah, and abusing
Yeah, and she's losing, yeah
And I might cut my hair off like Britney Spears, but I got it
In the mirror I'm closer than I appear, but I got it
With the taste of your lips I'm on a ride
And your girl going for a ride, yeah

I feel like a genie the way I'm coming out the bottle
And she wants to go fast, so I guess I gotta go full throttle
If she's going too fast then I'll just go call up Michael Myers
Told her spread your wings and hurry up, I only got an hour
Yeah, yeah
I pop a pill I pop a sill, I feel like Malcolm in the middle
You were riding in a car you posted, but it was just a rental
Keep a mask on like I'm Michael Myers, in case I gotta kill you
Took your sister to the bathroom, bent her over killed her

Ayo, ayo
What was Aaliyah talking about all them years ago?
Oh yeah, she was singing
Rock the boat
Rock the boat
Rock the boat
Rock the boat, yeah
I'm out

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JAMBA BOYS

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