Chef Mal - Ghost Lyrics

Down and down this rabbit hole a will I ever hit a woah
Floor up to the ceiling bro this mansions filled with gold
Man I'm tryna pack my pockets in my chinos and my robe
That's when I turned my head and I saw a f*cking ghost

The way we met our eyes had me thinking I was toast
The first thought to my mind, how much weed did I smoke
Woah this situations serious so I turned around to bolt
But my pockets filled gold had me fleeing hella slow

Running down the hall while I'm tweeting on my phone
I keep getting tripped up by the vines in the stone
Passing up the rooms with the crones making moans
Jesus I'm so blown how'd I end up with this gnome

Currently I'm comatose he catch me then it's overdose
I'm dodging and I'm dipping til I'm pushing up a Rose, gold
Metaphors in overload, pouring out my dome, bro
Loaded up in demon mode to kill a couple beasts woah

Down and down this rabbit hole, the deeper that I go
Reaching out my hands tryna grab up on the stone
Take an acid tab, maybe that'll bring me home
Shutters keep a opening and letting in the cold
Wait a minute bro that mean that window f*ckin broke
I guess I'm in this hole and I'm here not alone
I tripped up on myself there go the gold and my phone
Slow motion tried to catch it, landed on my dome

Splitted open head, words a gushed against the wall
Ball ball ball til the day I f*cking fall
So I jumped up on my feet beat the ghost with a saw
Murder be the case bitch I better call Saul

You know that I'm a rapper cause my swag is so attractive
You hear me listen to these beats they end up on a track list
Man I'm writing way too much I need to do my taxes
I think I'm paying more cause I'm going up a bracket

I'm doing this for me, woah I hope you like to listen
I'm spiting in the mic while I'm cooking up dishes
Take a couple pinches I know my flow delicious
Then throw it in the air yo watch it go the distance

Currently I'm comatose he catch me then it's overdose
I'm dodging and I'm dipping til I'm pushing up a Rose, gold
Metaphors in overload, pouring out my dome, bro
Loaded up in demon mode to kill a couple beasts woah

Writers block is setting in
I'm coming in up off the top
Driving whips while f*ckin drunk
Got me stopped up by the cops
Now my vision polished
Making art like Jackson Pollock
I'm robbing on the track
Like Marauder hooded Robin

My head a keep throbbing
From a when I hit my noggin
The ghost is on my tail
Tryna poss-ess my body
I'm bursting through the door
Like mansions got a lobby?
I hit em with the shake and bake
I made em Ricky Bobby-ied

I'm spitting with wasabi
A Rugrat call me Tommy
Im tasting like Omani
Scheming up like Ponzi
Infected zombie
I'm swinging my salami
Im smoking on some gangi
Moonwalking out the lobby

I want a bad mommy
That wanna do me naughty
I give her origami
Then oil down her body
Now listen to my raps
I don't want you to tardy
The middle of my video
A blockbuster party

Couple scoobie snacks got me feeling like shaggy
Took another look, it said don't eat the whole baggy
Flashes from the light have me dreaming In the night
I'm keeping up with ghosts by training my third eye

Currently I'm comatose he catch me then it's overdose
I'm dodging and I'm dipping til I'm pushing up a Rose, gold
Metaphors in overload, pouring out my dome, bro
Loaded up in demon mode to kill a couple beasts woah