Ghost produced and perfectly blah
La-di-da-di-la-de-di-da
My taste in music comes from all of the seas to the ground
I can picture just the - biggest crowd
I'd drop the beat but what's the fun in that?
I'll hit you with some punk and my - ghost attack

And I am nothing more
I'm a ghost without
A right to fight
And all the time
I go to cry
I can't anymore
The music's all I've got
Tonight and
That's what it's for

Ask me one more time what this song's about
I'll use my cool attacks and spell it right out
N-A-P-S-T-A-B-L-O-O-K
Hey wow wow wow

They call me the ghost with the beats and I see all the things that they're hiding from me
I can pass through the walls the opposite of fall and I lay on my floor when I think about all
My mixtape is fire I nap on the road when I start to get tired and what was this song about? I think I figured it out

And I am nothing more
I'm a ghost without
A right to fight
And all the time
I go to cry
I can't anymore
The music's all I've got
Tonight
I can't ask for more

It won't matter if you fight or spare me
Cause I'm a ghost
Cause I'm a ghost
Cause I'm a ghost

It won't matter if you fight or spare me
Cause I'm a ghost
It won't matter if you fight or spare me

And I am nothing more
I'm a ghost without
A right to fight
And all the time
I go to cry
I can't anymore
The music's all I've got
Tonight and
That's what it's for

It won't matter if you fight or spare me