Текст песни Hocus Pocus - Josh A , iAmJakeHill

I see ghosts
All my enemies are jealous, how it's goes
Bitch I know, all the money we've been making's fucking gross
On the low, me and Josh been tourin', selling out these shows
Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago
Yeah, finally makin' dollar bills
Touring's paying for the thrills
Devil rapping made us mills
Poppin off, I got no chill
I made the track, like didn't I?
You never fucked with me, now we tight
If it was up to me, you could fuckin' die
(Hold up that was kinda mean bro)
Big connection, yeah, you know, we kill it every time
Yeah, I pour my soul right into every song I fuckin' write
Saving kids from every shitty fuckin' thought of suicide
Feelin' good 'cause I know, I got Satan chillin' by my side (yeah)
(I see ghosts)
(All my enemies are jealous, how it's goes)
(Bitch I know, all the money we've been making's fucking gross)
(On the low, me and Jake been tourin', selling out these shows)
(Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago)
I see ghosts
All my enemies are jealous, how it's goes
Bitch I know, all the money we've been making's fucking gross
On the low, me and Josh been tourin', selling out these shows
Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago
Never thought I'd make it here, facing fears, jumping on Lear
Overseas, overworked, but I know the stress is worth it
In the end I'll die a king, I've said that probably 10 times
Only got one life and I'mma live like it all ends tonight
Used to break down on the highway, now I pull up in a Benz
I don't mean to sound pretentious but I worked hard for this shit
And you can do it too, don't let nobody stop you from your dreams
Here's a middle finger to the ones that only intervene
(I see ghosts)
(All my enemies are jealous, how it's goes)
(Bitch I know, all the money we've been making's fucking gross)
(On the low, me and Josh been tourin', selling out these shows)
(Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago)
I see ghosts
All my enemies are jealous, that how it's goes
Bitch I know, all the money we've been making's fucking gross
On the low, me and Josh been tourin', selling out these shows
Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago