Lyrics Ghost Stories for the Departed - Amin TMK

There she go hitting me
On the hitter
I fucked her and quit her
But I fucking delivered
Fucked till she shivered
Penetrated and splintered
She summoned a winner
I summer'ed her winter
Ain't got time for this
She commodity my bliss
DollBaby hella thick
But with deficient politics
We ain't on
The same road
Don't carry the same load
These rounds pop they hand loads
She just mad she ain't chose
She used to say it was delicious
Now reminisce the shit malicious
Vicious how they play
Cause I hit it hit it hit it
Melt the frost off a heart on a coldday
That was just foreplay
Now she calling it foul play
Consent the god they worship
Till it don't go their way
Don't go vocal
Block on socials
Hope that she go away
They gone murder your context
This ain't no fair contest
Your clique you must protect
They say don't speak on this
Tell me when does it end?
They say it never ends

I don't know, told you what you know, but I would go and check my sources
Revvin' your engine at the red light, you might wanna check on them horses
Some things I done seen in this world, it make you nauseous
That's why I'm real cautious, in the back room with bosses

Habibi where you been? I hug her waist like I hug the coast
Clinkin' on a crystal glass with a gold spoon when I make a toast
Blue bills won't fold, I put them in an envelope
Then I pass to my folk, got a shooter on approach

Freak in the bed, in the street, she a demon
She keep it on her like Xena, I don't do nothin' but please her
She the goddess, I'm the Caesar, I don't want her, God I need her
Took a trip down Egypt, felt the energy at Giza

Do a show in the arena, touch a key like I'm Nina
Gloves on like a keeper, and this shit smell like ether
Take these secrets to the grave, they have to bury me deeper
Take these secrets to the grave, they have to bury me deeper

I hit a dab, and I get so high
I hit a dab, and I get so high
I hit a dab, and I get so high
I hit a dab, and I get so high

Take these secrets to the grave
Take these secrets to the grave
Take these secrets to the grave
They have to bury me deeper

A Prayer for the Departed
I always saw it in your eyes
Smelled it in your veins
The pain that came with choosing to be
Restrained, A G choosing chains
I wonder what it was like
Watching that man pop his brains
At that roulette table Did you change
Take the blame
What did that do to your name
And then she came. Radical packaged, the next Niggas nibble
I guess you figured that's a
Quibble for little dick niggas
You picked her
Flipped her
Cut old bait and straight started over
Till death do us
And she did
Succubus shit
You couldn't quit
Even when you wanted to
No matter what it cost you
Lots of ways
Lots of fucking ways
To go out with a bang