Styles - The Ghost lyrics

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Spend a day with the ghost baby

Get the understandin'

I'm like a shadow

I'm the ghost of this shit for all the spirits I possess

All the voices I be hearin', shit I'm feelin' in my chest

I could ghost through your walls and flow through your soul

When it comes to the streets dog I give this shit my all and

If I'm not grabbin' y'all, lift you in a sign then

I'm a Sagitarius, the magician is my tarot card

David is my first name but love it if you break it down

I'm a real nigga, I'm a hug you if you break it down

Styles is my last name meaning the expression of art

I guess why I'm just blessed with the heart

And they call me Holiday, I'm a let the blanks fill in

I call myself that 'cause I was born on Thanksgiving

11-28-74

Snatch you, will I break bread with niggas that was ghetto or poor

P. short for Paniro, that's a mixture of Robert or Al

But I ain't actin' with a llama, I'm wild

Here's why they call me the ghost

I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast

I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid

That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers

Hey yo, I can see my son in my face

Am I foul 'cause I pray when I'm high or with a gun on my waist

Gots to ride for the criminals, die for the generals

My ghost'll be around for my bicentennial

Y'all better do the article

'Cause when I'm dead I ain't really gon' die, I'm gon' break down to particles

Probably too deep to blow

When I sleep I leave earth and come back, y'all can't peep the ghost

It's like I make niggas shiver and think

I'm so deep that if water tried to listen then the rivers'll sink

And y'all niggas can't walk with me, I'm on some different shit

I can't explain it but I hear the clouds talk to me

It's sort of like the weed in a dutch, you wouldn't understand

So I stay quiet not leavin' you much

It's about time I even it up, I knock your spirit out

Holiday to Ghost gettin' greasy as fuck

Here's why they call me the ghost

I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast

I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid

That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers

I vow to hold my niggas down, bust my gun, pay the bail

Get the weed, get the liquor, dog I'm just a lick of styles

Lyrically I'm somethin' else, hardest out of nothin' else

Before you think I'm bitch you better all try to fuck yourself

Mr. Paniro and, mixed with a pharoe and

Got cold hearted when I started movin' heroin

Robbed more shit than Billy the Kid

You think you're nicer than the P you the silliest kid

It's like I'm better off poppin' ya

When I flow I got a formula in styles sort of like a philosipher

Y'all start borrowin' lessons

'Cause rap without me is like the gods without the stars and the crescents

I don't rap my niggas, I spit bars and baptize niggas

Pull guns and kill half-sized niggas

You heard about the Holy Ghost and took it for lies

Next time you see Paniro just look in his eyes nigga

Here's why they call me the ghost

I'm half alive, half dead, and when it's beef I bring all of the toast

I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid

That'll crack the sidewalks and rise the sewers