Ghostly Gateau

You sit in the corner of my room and just scream.
Living like a lab rat, mad man.
Living in the past like batman,
Living in the lab just rap that, rap black, nigga where the wraps at..
Same old trash rap, ain't gone time, got dimes that's big facts

You open your mouth and blood just pours out in streams..
Sleeping on the couch in the studio waking up cooking up beats..
Morbid dreams, contort 'em, and morph 'em, I take what's important distort it to match the personas I wanted recorded.
Then lay on a beat

.Sitting in the studio so cool.
I ain't got friends, got pro tools
55 tracks that's old news.
They won't get dropped cuz they bout you
Faded. Rappin' bout my old lady.
I ain't talking bout my girl.
Taking bout my old lady- oh baby that crazy shit, Entanglements, lost love, not gaining shit,
Put it in a song might bang a bit,
Lil trap no cap that's dangerous..
Real shit, demons come when I feel shit,
Put my life inside a song when I write these poems, you should know I'm only writing for that bitch again,

A staple in my conscious, you appear in my dreams, the only reason I'm inclined to ever rhyme any thing..
Why I drive my self so insane,
My whole career is for a ghost that just resides in my brain.
Love ain't never live here,
Studios for 10 years,
With me just pretending that you with it, and really in here..
So sincere, my love for you is so damn clear my infatuations lasted 10 years,
Staying on the boards like Dampier
Chillin in the studio fucked up.
Ain't got time got tough luck.
If you don't love me, won't love us
If you don't love me no nut bust
Pop a couple bars that numb numb.
Level out coke in the gum gum.
Get in my feelings like fuck love.
Hit a couple tracks that dumb dumb

A staple in my conscious, you appear in my dreams You stay cemented in my thoughts I can't escape what you mean to me see my
Watched stopped..
Two back woods in a hot box.
Studio cooling getting slop top, knock Rockford stock let the drop drop.
A staple in my conscious, you appear in my dreams, the only reason I'm inclined to ever rhyme any thing..
Why I drive my self so insane,
My whole career is for a ghost that just resides in my brain,