Exorcist in the Day ft. B.Goode & Ayce Lyrics

Last night I seen a ghost floating down my hallway

Might of been tripping balls or talking outer space

Had me screaming at the wall

Like the ghost of spades

Had me jumping out a window with my backward face

Had me laughing like possessed Exorcist in the day

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid

Last night I seen a ghost floating down my hallway

Might of been tripping balls or talking outer space

Had me screaming at the wall

Like the ghost of spades

Had me jumping out a window with my backward face

Had me laughing like possessed Exorcist in the day

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid

Aye, yo we smoking on the reefer

We toking on some cheeba

We rolling up the dro just like Wiz Khalifa

We was quarantined for weeks, but we still been losing sleep

Cause we was up all night, ducking shots from the demons

I've been losing my mind, packing bowls of the pine

Just rolled up 2 smoke em' both at a time, Hah do you feel me I'm just living my life

But these fucking ghost's they do the most and most of em' lie shit

All you suckers waiting for me to just drown and go fail

It'll be a cold day up in hell before that happens

Any shit you talking, you'll get beat dawg that ain't rapping

You quick to cop a plea off the top of the dome, no capping

7 In your chest, have you kneeling feeling like Kaepernick

I crucify your hero, I swear my religions Catholic, Amen

For anybody trying to play nice guy, when they acting

No high fives, I'm leaving blood shot eyes when I'm snapping

I wrestle to stay sane, like angle we ain't playing

I'll rip and go like I'm Kurt, so I don't Kurt Cobain

I'm not a gangster but talking threats, I don't play those games

You so much as step and punch deranged, and imma break yo face

Any rapper step against me

I'm swinging like I'm Jack Dempsey

Play that, Biggie give me the loot for anything thing that I do

We set flames to this booth, yo T.y tell them the truth

Last night I seen a ghost floating, hoping, coats of red down the hallway

Not the shining based Stanley Kubrick

More like Stephen kings

See this paranormal face lift, Fucked the whole world, we left it on the cut

And conquered what we saw

Ayce and B.Goode represent, Y'all fuckers have been told

All this game has been sold, he hit you with a fee less than 40%

Pay your rent get the money, pay your bills get sex

But please forget the exorcist

That bitch a hypno mess

Preacher preacher play the world, stealing all the money

The preacher, preacher kill the world

Gonna leave them hungry, run and run and leave them hungry

Last night I seen a ghost floating down my hallway

Might of been tripping balls or talking outer space

Had me screaming at the wall

Like the ghost of spades

Had me jumping out a window with my backward face

Had me laughing like possessed Exorcist in the day

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid

Don't throw up, you won't smoke or you won't get paid