Wake up
Everyday it's like the same thing
The man in the mirror smirks back at me
I wear the dark so casually
I'm Growing gradually
Inflict some Casualties
Upon the scene
I've been numb
What you mean
Bitch you've gotta pop a bean
I been rolling no clique
No stick, blunts twist don't rip
Smoke woods no splits
Roll me up, take a hit
Ooh I bet you high now
But you gotta buy a whole pound
Keep my movements on the low down
Dusk
I'm that ghost muthaf*cka
I'm that cold that makes you shutter
Aye
I'm that ghost muthaf*cka
Oh
I'm that thing that's down the gutter