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Ghostemane - Wishbone Lyrics

Wishbone
She was holding hands with molly the very first time we chilled
I did not think a thing of that
That's just how she picked to feel
See I'm the type of kid to not be giving a f*** about bitches and shit
But this particular chick had the demon inside and I had the gat
When she bought a GHOSTEMANE tee and wore that shit with no undies
And at that time when I knew this schemin' chick was no phony
I took us down to the basement and she saw the dead bodies
She did not give a f***
Matter of fact she thought it was funny
She let me put her up on that torture machine and go all night
She's strapped in leather on the table and says I'm doing it right
I stuffed an eighth of shrooms in that bitch's mouth and we fuc*** as she dug her fingers into my back
'Til I was dripping all kinds of blood
I got a crazy ass bitch, she make me look like I'm sane
She hold it down for a kreep, never playing no games
She ready to kill
Whatever we gotta do
Whatever it is that we gotta do
On the one hand making your mind up don't mean shit
Shooting up bitches and then we trip
Psychedelic sex in the back of the whip
We following up with it 'til she rolled up
The smoke in eachother then
As she ready to pop off every time she see a bitch staring my way
She's got a piece that's shorter than Danny DeVito
I like it that way
When I say we ride
We ride
When she say we die
We die
Crazy and that's how I like it
I promise to Buddha don't want it no other way
I got a crazy ass bitch, she make me look I'm sane
She hold it down for a kreep, never playing no games