Dustin Prestige - Phantoms Lyrics

Dustin Prestige – Phantoms Lyrics

Perhaps I’m a ghost
Perhaps I’m a ghost
Till death do us part
Perhaps I’m a ghost who just never crossed over
A fragment in her mind never never grow older
Any nigger she meets over and over
Just showed her she full of them spirits
Trying to have a séance
So when I made up my fiancés
You behind this let’s be honest
I departed your world soon as you broke up your promises
And now I’m heavenly living got my recipe in it
I’ve been upscale soon as you inhale
I’m wrestling with the devil possessing an espresso
Trouble coming, boo! Get to running

Good as it go I don’t believe in no ghost
They say you get what you look for the most
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Good as it go I don’t believe in no ghost
They say you get what you look for the most
Then why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?

Till death do us part
But she thought death was a word
But now death was a bird
And I knew from back of the bird
Was that it moved it from the third row
Run to the O3
Devil in the red dress hot as thang on 2 feet
I out her on her fours exercise and exorcisms
I pout a few up in the plus I knew that she would kill’em
But then something got changed I couldn’t quite changed my fingertips
It was a ban or a ring or two
Holy matrimony only pious if you try them
The max is all in the cage while the box I’m all inside it
Now if it’s me on the other side and if it’s I’ll be crying
But life’s so much better since I could die
I am I am

Good as it go I don’t believe in no ghost
They say you get what you look for the most
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Good as it go I don’t believe in no ghost
They say you get what you look for the most
Then why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?

Death come in trees
I swear to God I believe
Everything that I see
Was a lesson for me
I remain a black…not looking to fuck up
Good Samaritans skeletons in my closet had to burry them
But if you try to go
Digging for dirt yeah you know
That pone I used to slang
Became my secret shame
And my earliest pain
Them games I used to play
No longer fighting to the chowder’s boy
But you don’t need a widget tool
See what these people do
Once a lady killer
Know the thriller in me is through
And you don’t want those zombies who want me
Top come popping on
So why you trying to get them coffins off
Shush

Good as it go I don’t believe in no ghost
They say you get what you look for the most
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Good as it go I don’t believe in no ghost
They say you get what you look for the most
Then why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?
Why you searching for phantoms?