ghosts.from.japan Lyrics

Bitch imma

Go getter

Bags on my wrist, gotta spend better

Wrap on my hip, I got faux leather

My girls hands on hip, what's the brands on my shit?

I just handsome and shit

Ay

Friends keep talking like damn

What's with my feels, while they keep pouring

Everything's so boring

Ask me why I think so foreign, all my ghosts

from Japan

Bitch, I got

Dead folk

They'd rather see me bleed, then see me dead broke

Y'all ain't touching receive, that's a dead tone

I pull out the heat, I full out the greed, I turn out the scene, i turn out n leave, I pull out with speed, i pull out with steam, if I run into police

I ain't cool in defeat, I'mma pull in the lead

I got it

They they

They want it

They want what I got they be making demands

They thinking grand

It's over the top, and now I be over top

Need to fuck fore' I land

Save me a hand

I need a drink put a drop in my cup

Lemme drop in advance

Save me a dance

They want what I got, don't need to go overseas to see it's obvious

Supreme king spell it

Yokai dreams, king sell it

St-still Spirit realm dwelling

Where am I? no telling

Microphone villain uhhh

I think I'm possessed, this feeling

Why I Stay living uhh

Make millions

Put em outta work, my bad, don't go fuck with my business

They full of pills but I'm the illest still, and the real is ill ahh

Imma give ya that work,

I'm coming in first

Imma make this shit personal

With it since birth

That imminent curse

Might end up just hurting y'all

Rise from the dirt to be one with the earth

It's purely recursive ahh

Don't meet me in person ahh

Don't lift that curtain ahh

Don't lift that veil

Hot like a nail

Fresh out the ward u

Baby I don't need no warning

Travel through hell

Demons dispelled

Deep in the war, down to defend

Drawn out the well

Back with my boys

Talk to my friends, forming our plans

Everything so boring

Ask me how I think so foreign, all my ghosts from Japan

Bitch, I got

Dead folk

They'd rather see me bleed, then see me dead broke

Y'all ain't touching receive, that's a dead tone

I pull out the heat, I full out the greed, I turn out the scene like an expo

A quarter and my machine, shit get retro

It's like everyone I meet think I'm special

Like am I new to this land?

my ghosts from Japan