Ghostemane

Outland

Ghostemane


When I open up my door
See a waste land
Everybody packing heat in they waistband
Smog filling up the sky far as you can see
I'm trying to get the killers back for what they did to me
Leather jacket, black boots and a fresh cut
Top long sized
Gone
Hoes going nuts
I'm on a quest
Let me end up, I'll be your guest
Tell me what I need to know and that's for the best
Come across a few friends if you call them that
Count 'em on one hand
But no more than that
You see a lot of motherfuckers that won't hesitate
To leave you dead and alone, burning at the stake

At least I got my Pip-Boy, least I got my Pip
Least I, least I got my Pip-Boy
Least I got my Pip
Least I, least I got my Pip-Boy
Least I got my Pip
Least I, least I got my Pip-Boy
Least I got my Pip

I be thinking too much about anything
Nothing don't matter, shit
I keep pretending to, always so hesitant
I see another friend up in the room with you
Who get rid of it, keeping your mouth shut
Stuck in a rut
All I ever needed was a big fat butt in my face
And a little bit of cash
Everything else, take care of itself
I'm ready to shop at the top of the shelf
Help
Defendin' himself
Don't blame myself, but everyone else
Throw a pity party likes it's 1999
Since you wanna be in the time
I'm bringing the future funk
Ask me if I give a fuck
If someone you know has done it before
Will do it no better, then no doubt about it
Them motherfuckers ain't about it

At least I got my Pip-Boy, least I got my Pip
Least I, least I got my Pip-Boy
Least I got my Pip
Least I, least I got my Pip-Boy
Least I got my Pip
Least I, least I got my Pip-Boy
Least I got my Pip

You see the land radiate in the missions
It's clear to me now
That everybody you know is dead and gone underground
Them bodies never found
But now they're here and it's on
The ghost that scared them the most
Was they own soul
You may not understand where I'm, where I'm at in my mind
But you gon' know by the time we're done killing your time
I'm not a rapper
I'm an entity who know how to rhyme
I dare you to find another light be in our time

He skates, smokes, drinks (Yeah) and even takes psychedelics (Whoa)
He gets so pissed that he breaks shit in his room (God damn it)
Shortly before fucking his bitch to sleep (Moaning)
He's Ghostemane
Weekdays at 9
Only on

Compositor: Eric Whitney (Ghostemane)
ECAD: Obra #22612830

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