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letra de chasing ghosts - hus kingpin

chasing ghosts lyrics
[verse 1: breeze brewin]
listen, some brothers be unfettered
maybe best of yesterdays be john lennons
rather bang at dakota than know you’re non-legendary
hate everyday peoples beneath you, f-ck john legend
vampire sh-t, with “d-mn, why i’m livin’?” and dawn dreadin’
i’ma try to take all the light and that’s from the get go
gotta, gotta make sure i’m right, yeah, before i let go
stories change a lot as you tellin’ em, blurrеd in retro
glory days, ya droppin’ the ls and that’s word to necro
history rеvisionists, see don’t be in a stupor kid
and miss me with the silly “wish d.o.c. took a uber” sh-t
talkin’ all wild like “no doubt, bruh, hammer was too legit”
often no style in nostalgia havin’ no truth in it
those were the days, we gettin’ all archie bunker
like he known for the greats of the nets but mention how he dunked it
then he sulk, sh-t, and reminiscin’ he get it twistin’ to givin’ up
ya now, river of denial, ya drunk it
listen, if inspired by memories that been worthy
even with a bit of bias, forever seein’ len’s jersey
see i ain’t opposed to those before but make the most
and don’t be all for chasin’ ghosts
no detouring of the next journey
[verse 2: hus kingpin]
they say don’t chase ghosts, lost a childhood’s eyes
and what’s dead can’t grow vines
skeletons in the sky, the shadows follow me home
we could change the world if you knew how to love me
but ghosts come with no spine until that time
and i fly in like hymen
i took the red eye in over dead skies
psyched out on a flight with miss joplin
i swig a bottle of souls
you drink spirits? i hope i don’t offend
i gotta keep it down when people around
they think i’m talkin’ to myself
poems on the phone with karen carpenter
i smoke alone and feel my chakra flush
the unsolved noveler
i thought i was alone ’til i felt my goggles foggin’ up
the heebie jeebies start
i heard the dead get offended by survivors’ luck
conversation via tux, speakers in the phone, stuffed in the casket
readin’ chapters redrum, writin’ red suns
realizin’ i’m more alive under horizons
i still see that ghost play the violins blinded
no skin, no backbones, play the saxophone
ringin’ lost bells for leila ?

- hus kingpin

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