Aliens Are Ghosts

Swervin'

(7th Ward, 7th Ward, 7th Ward)

7th Ward

7th Ward, swervin', white Benz, wheels turnin'

Rose gold chrome accent on the rims, picture perfect

No destination, let's just wait and see where we end up

Burnin' zones, burnin' up the ozone, Backwoods stay tightly tucked

Bitch, look at me, she said, "Yuck, what the fuck?" Ho, I'm Oddy Nuff

I don't fuck with lifeforms of this planet, bitch, you outta luck

I got better shit to do, like sip the lines up in my cup

I ain't sharin', pint stay tucked, waste my whole life huntin' ducks

(Nawf, Nawf)

(Nawf, Nawf)

I be that rotten garbage crawlin' out the ditch, stitches for a snitch

Bodies in the fridge, blade scrapin', gray apin'

Bangin' on my fuckin' chest

Feel the static, problematic, be my motherfuckin' guest

Yung Christ masked up for a poltergeist, feel like I'm stuck in a vise

Feels like I been paid my price, my wrists have been sliced

Now they're scarred from the blade that's pressed against my skin

Lifeless and I'm stuck up in this shit, the walkin' mortal sin

Whose life will never end (Fuck)