Ghost Heart (feat. Michael Patrick Ceol)

If you've never seen a soul It's mainly see-through It looks like a shadow In a picture that I once drew When I was just a little boy I drew a picture of my heart But I remain here with everyone we once knew And that's the best part Ghost Heart Took an addy bumping this Ghostmane With an Edible in my neck veins Hairball in my Ghost chain Got an attitude I can't contain You and me not same same Left lane saving propane Won't shut the fuck up Like Birds flying off Cocaine Just caught me a little river dinner Rainbow trout Bit that Lure Glitter Coors might shrivel up my liver But I'm Cold Ice So I barely shiver Teenage Angst That's The Mood I Give Ya 40 something But mummified in time like Tutenkamun Off of this potent liquor Berda Jean come get me I'm playing drums with these Hippies Raising Hell with these Cowboys While rappers posing on Jet Skis While the rap game still on Black White Through every change like the Yankees I Need to blow up so I think I Might Tell Diddy to come Spank Me Still got a Ghost Heart With a Cold Valve Pumping ice into my veins veins Bed Sheet Is my only drip So my outfit never change change Can't stand the living Because they all Act the same same Ghost I'm Out I Wish I never came came My ghost heart looks like a clear phone But I'm from the place where the deer roam Like Zombie Elk in Yosemite Shacking up with Persephone I stay perfecting this recipe Battling darkness with some light Levity Incesantly question everything I guess cynical my propensity Life is hard as hell Has that in common with my head's density Never kiss and tell Or copulate out of necessity This is my Farewell With what you consider as sensory I guess I might as well Become a ghost eventually Ghost Heart That's So Dark I don't understand this weird art The stark part is that Bear's heart Got Concert Fitted at WalMart Flagstaff Arizona from the 1st Drop Arizona Born & Raised Rap until the Grave And won't stop Still got a Ghost Heart With A Cold Valve Pumping ice into my veins veins Bed Sheet Is my only drip So my outfit never change change Can't stand the living Because they all Act the same same Ghost I'm Out I Wish I never came came If you've never seen a soul It's mainly see-through It looks like a shadow In a picture That I once drew When I was just a little boy I drew a picture of my heart But I remain here with everyone we once knew And that's the best part Ghost Heart Used to be a conscious rapper Until I lost my consciousness after I heard every single backpacker All sound the same just like trappers All use the same exact factors To add up to disasters It doesn't matter they all use the same chatter Same beats Same flows All sleep with the same hoes I eat Them Though Leave them boning them bimbos While I'm in a spare bedroom Spitting into a microphone With a Ghost Heart among the living And just singing poems Still got a Ghost Heart With Cold Valve Pumping ice into my veins veins Bed Sheet Is my only drip So my outfit never change change I Can't stand the living Because they all Sound the same same Ghost I'm Out Still got a Ghost Heart With A Cold Valve Pumping ice into my veins veins Bed Sheet Is my only drip So my outfit never change change I Can't stand the living Because they all Act the same same Ghost I'm Out I Wish I never came came If you've never seen a soul It's mainly see-through It looks like a shadow In a picture I once drew When I was just a little boy And I drew a picture of my heart But I remain here with everyone that we once knew And that is the best part Of My Ghost Heart