Ya i'm ghost, know i'm lost Tell me anything you want But like all bad things you should realize, im just a lost soul in this cruel world. So bitches hate to do me like it's community service I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store Don't Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for. ●I won't fucking sell my soul 18 year sentence with no parole It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke So grab my hand lost soul, and i'll take you down the road, I lost money,i lost my wife I used to have a nine to five Its like selling the devil your soul Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll Pack up the blunt and take a stroll. Maybe go see your girl on the stripper pole.