Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
They're callin' my phone, tryna get a plate
But that ain't my job like I'm Mac Dre
Life cuts deep when you can't pay
I'm tryna stack my funds like I'm Bill Gates
I'm always on time while you run late
You got into the game, but you can't stay
I'm tryna find my lane, make a new wave
Storm comin' and there ain't single-soul safe
Shootin' my shot, all they hear is pop-pop
Two glocks and a boombox, make it knock
Infinite flows, gotta make the time stop
I'm gassed up, shawty, and I'm about to shake the block
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Kill Supra, the King Cobra, the set rapper
A pistol-packin' motherf*cker with a bad temper
Quick to bitch-smack your back handed compliments
Leave you dead in the water and drown your f*ckin' confidence
Never gave a f*ck and I probably never will, I'm iller than ill
Cure stone-cold and I'm way more lethal than kill
Pickin' and stickin' to the motherf*ckin' plan
Rippin' and dippin', I'm finna be finishin
Flippin' the ritalin when I'm an old man
I eat ghosts and puke shadows
I'm a rift-walker, motherf*cker, better jump like it's real Gallos
Or end up in the cut where it's real shallow
You tryna get buck, motherf*cker, bring your ammo
Cause I'm
Hannibal Lecter, eatin' the cannibals after the lecture
I'm better than better, you better be better to be a competitor
Sever the head while applying the pressure, you're redder than the redder
I'm better than ever, I feel the deflections, call me a header
Cause now I'm way ahead of you f*cks and I'm too busy runnin' from a
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
The Cure - Badlands (feat. Iamkmd) Lyrics
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Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
They're callin' my phone, tryna get a plate
But that ain't my job like I'm Mac Dre
Life cuts deep when you can't pay
I'm tryna stack my funds like I'm Bill Gates
I'm always on time while you run late
You got into the game, but you can't stay
I'm tryna find my lane, make a new wave
Storm comin' and there ain't single-soul safe
Shootin' my shot, all they hear is pop-pop
Two glocks and a boombox, make it knock
Infinite flows, gotta make the time stop
I'm gassed up, shawty, and I'm about to shake the block
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Kill Supra, the King Cobra, the set rapper
A pistol-packin' motherf*cker with a bad temper
Quick to bitch-smack your back handed compliments
Leave you dead in the water and drown your f*ckin' confidence
Never gave a f*ck and I probably never will, I'm iller than ill
Cure stone-cold and I'm way more lethal than kill
Pickin' and stickin' to the motherf*ckin' plan
Rippin' and dippin', I'm finna be finishin
Flippin' the ritalin when I'm an old man
I eat ghosts and puke shadows
I'm a rift-walker, motherf*cker, better jump like it's real Gallos
Or end up in the cut where it's real shallow
You tryna get buck, motherf*cker, bring your ammo
Cause I'm
Hannibal Lecter, eatin' the cannibals after the lecture
I'm better than better, you better be better to be a competitor
Sever the head while applying the pressure, you're redder than the redder
I'm better than ever, I feel the deflections, call me a header
Cause now I'm way ahead of you f*cks and I'm too busy runnin' from a
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
They're callin' my phone, tryna get a plate
But that ain't my job like I'm Mac Dre
Life cuts deep when you can't pay
I'm tryna stack my funds like I'm Bill Gates
I'm always on time while you run late
You got into the game, but you can't stay
I'm tryna find my lane, make a new wave
Storm comin' and there ain't single-soul safe
Shootin' my shot, all they hear is pop-pop
Two glocks and a boombox, make it knock
Infinite flows, gotta make the time stop
I'm gassed up, shawty, and I'm about to shake the block
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Kill Supra, the King Cobra, the set rapper
A pistol-packin' motherf*cker with a bad temper
Quick to bitch-smack your back handed compliments
Leave you dead in the water and drown your f*ckin' confidence
Never gave a f*ck and I probably never will, I'm iller than ill
Cure stone-cold and I'm way more lethal than kill
Pickin' and stickin' to the motherf*ckin' plan
Rippin' and dippin', I'm finna be finishin
Flippin' the ritalin when I'm an old man
I eat ghosts and puke shadows
I'm a rift-walker, motherf*cker, better jump like it's real Gallos
Or end up in the cut where it's real shallow
You tryna get buck, motherf*cker, bring your ammo
Cause I'm
Hannibal Lecter, eatin' the cannibals after the lecture
I'm better than better, you better be better to be a competitor
Sever the head while applying the pressure, you're redder than the redder
I'm better than ever, I feel the deflections, call me a header
Cause now I'm way ahead of you f*cks and I'm too busy runnin' from a
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Runnin' from a ghost, call me Pac-Man
Drinkin' so much that I can't stand
Ice-cold veins in the wasteland
Got a double-edged sword and a backhand
Writer: Keanoh de Leon, Brian Lynch
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid