Testo Dance With Ghosts - Jelly Roll
Testo della canzone Dance With Ghosts (Jelly Roll), tratta dall'album Self Medicated
So pretty and savage
She opened her bag, I swear that she's bad as can be
And all of them bothers
They throwing them dollars, but she's only fucking with me
She so smooth, she's so classy, so ratchet
So sassy, so nasty, so fancy and trashy, yeah
So independent, she don't need shit from me
No, she don't need nothing at all
They ain't fucking with her when it come to money
Man she gon' out-hustle them all
She's so fine, she's so sweet
She's all mine, she smokes weed, she goes long, I go deep
On that drink, she's so street
Late night, she's on a mission
She only dances with ghosts (only dance with ghosts)
Sits in the dark and listens to
Writings on the wall (writings on the wall)
She's just looking for something to hold
She be getting high but laying low
She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone
She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (only dance with ghosts)
Stupid, told me not to lose myself
Inside my own addictions, Lord, I need some help
The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers
And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there
The boss of the bitches
I ain't gotta mention, she really be tricking them tricks
I know that she loyal
She ain't got shit for 'em, it's just like her hitting the lick
She's so brave, I'm amazed
Her head game is insane, that sex game is the same, it's that flame, yeah
Sometimes she's sober
And sometimes she's fucking up but you'll never know
And out of her body if she's on that molly
Or if she done fucked with her nose
And she do what she want and it's still on the low
Ain't no one gotta know, yeah, she sticks to the code
Late night, she's on a mission
She only dances with ghosts (only dance with ghosts)
Sits in the dark and listens to
Writings on the wall (writings on the wall)
She's just looking for something to hold
She be getting high but laying low
She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone
She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (only dance with ghosts)
Stupid, told me not to lose myself
Inside my own addictions, Lord, I need some help
The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers
And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Fowler, Ernest Keith Smith, Jason Deford, David Ray Stevens, Stuart Stapleton, Matthew Eric Wallace
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