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letra de i see ghosts - z. smith

[verse 1]
since six years old i been scared of the dark ’cause i
see things that i knew that were not there
whispers from a voice that had no face – no trace
like i’m waking up from nightmares
but these marks are real
ain’t no telling where they’ll put me if i show
those who claim that they might care
white chair, padded walls & the lord’s prayer
blank stares while i’m pulling out my hair
nah – i’d rather sit back in a dark place
waiting where all the devils come to migrate
unaware when they’re stepping in my sp-ce
demons are the one prey that i chase
true sh-t, i am live bait
this sweat, this fear, this pain is real
this blood, these tears, this strain is real
paranoia is the only thing that i feel
these walls – keep talking to me
so often that i talk back
and these halls – keep calling to me
pulling me into all black
and those words – they brought ’em to me
with the edge they know i might lack
and those claws – keep reaching for me
scratching me, but i like that
[pre-hook]
’cause beneath these floors and behind closed doors
i got eyes on the back of my head (my head)
feel that breathing on my neck and those palms
on the back of my legs (my legs)
dragging me further & further
undead, that’s right, yes ma’am
all these d-mned souls want me murdered
turning me into the demon i am (i am, i am)

[hook]
got these devils on my list & i’m pickin’ one out like (eenie, meanie)
test drive, tryna find the best fit like (eenie, meanie, eenie, meanie)
scorched up, gotta let that show
pulling strings won’t let me go
man i got ’em lined up & i’m pickin’ one out like (eenie, meanie, minie moe)

[verse2]
these burns are a sign of my vice
not a bad trip, that’s just my life
tried to wake up from a not good night
but they’re following me like i’m playing that pipe
all these thoughts, all these visions
so d-mn sick, so d-mn vicious
so d-mn vivid, i’m not kidding
i should have myself committed
for these lives that i take in my sleep
for these wrists that i slit with my t–th
iron on my tongue every time that i breathe
’cause i rest my head on blood-stained sheets
becoming that man in the black coat
black hat, black lung to a bad throat
yeah it’s burning my skin up in black smoke
take off my mask, see a black ghost
wait – where did zach go?
[pre-hook]
’cause beneath these floors and behind closed doors
i got eyes on the back of my head (my head)
feel that breathing on my neck and those palms
on the back of my legs (my legs)
dragging me further & further
undead, that’s right, yes ma’am
all these d-mned souls want me murdered
turning me into the demon i am (i am, i am)

[outro]
(eenie, meanie, minie moe)
(eenie, meanie, minie moe)
(eenie, meanie, minie moe)
(eenie, meanie, minie moe)
(eenie, meanie, minie moe)
(eenie, meanie, minie moe)
(eenie, meanie, minie moe)
(eenie, meanie, minie moe)
’cause beneath these floors and behind closed doors i got eyes in the back of my head
’cause beneath these floors and behind closed doors i got eyes in the back of my head

- z smith

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