Phantoms (feat. Open Mike Eagle & Kendra Morris)

Phantoms, eerie tales of suspense

Yeah, this the phantom anthem

Travel in a trio or maybe just demand 'em

It's random, God won't take your grandson for ransom

Got him with his hands all in the cookie jar

Playing hooky, gettin' drunk, later on, took your car

Soul of mischief to infinity, got a bone to pick

And the phantom will forever remain on his shit list

The other one be good advice, well dressed, real nice

Know your work, sets the price, keep you out the hood for life

Think that will suffice but really, it's just the beginning

Third one got you drunk and high runnin' round here chasin' women

Wife wonder how you dissed fam' and disgraced your children

Dudes is wired like that, stealing all case building

Tracks and double tracks, shorties with the bubble fats

Ay caramba, trouble, Jack, phantom steal another track

Bet your life, double that, think you're having fun, in fact

Slip in one too many times, may not be no coming back

Never let it happen

Use your phone, tell your side chick get to packing

Other phantom, write it all down, and get to rapping

I fought a ghost in my apartment, he had too many hit points

He bested me then told me I should've invested in Bitcoin

And then he lit joints and offered me a Fanta can

He drove a Phantom then he started singing Phantogram

Well damn, I'm like, isn't this convenient

It didn't take a genius to sniff it, it's something fiendish

He introduced himself and said what's your name?

For the next four days we played the exquisite corpse game

I sold my soul to him for some new high-tops

Told the phantom, guide my hand, and I drew cyclops

Best pressed lyrics get possessed to do high stops, hey

I stay toasty with Smoke and Noob Saibot, yeah

My man was kind of the best ghost

He gifted me a new rap book, it's probably a death note

He was the homie though, we shared the same virtues

He showed me his soul once, now only wear church shoes

Turned out he wasn't dead, just very fatigued

My apologies, I buried the lead

I'm real bad at telling stories, y'all

Told y'all from the beginning that he wasn't, he wasn't really dead

(Why do these phantoms)

(Always wind up haunting me, yeah?)

(Why do these phantoms)

(Always wind up haunting me, yeah?) Czar

(Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms)

The phantoms (Phantoms, phantoms, yeah)

(Why do these phantoms)

(Always wind up haunting me, yeah?)

(Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms)

(Phantoms, phantoms, oh)

I used to hop the B train, always out for more racks

Smoked blunts for danger, trouble at my doorstep

Stared death in the face, left him with a sore neck

The devil himself can't resist the raw dialect

Clash with the titans, rob stores with Lucifer

Seduced the temptress, threesome with Medusa

They phantoms, they surround me like Dolby sound

Like they seen a live **** in a ghost town

Never was afraid of the dark, I was goodie, man

I learned early, the boogeyman is fam'

They say I'm evil and my mind is twisted

I said I'm Godly, my lines is wicked

Haley Joel Osmond, I see fake ****

Gravediggers, goons, trolls, shape-shifters

I always feel like somebody watching me

Slaying demons on the reg, shotgun with Constantine

Fuck a phantom, I'm fed up with phony fantasies

Fake fugazi fantasies, fam', we far from family

Foes feel our free to forge with Fetty and Fame

They fabricated, fascinating like a Frank Frazetta frame

Fools falsify facts, friends figure it's fine

They fail to fix the fraudulent and formulate a Frankenstein

For real, you focus fuzzy like footage of the Flash

Hear a first feral fossil found, fetch a glass

Forced it, forced it, forced it down fast

'Cause flood's in the forecast

You don't know a fraction, forget the half

Follow, your financial future's finished

Phantoms got you free-falling for females

The fish for the fictitious

(Why do these phantoms)

(Always wind up haunting me, yeah?)

(Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms)

(Phantoms, phantoms, yeah)

(Why do these phantoms)

(Always wind up haunting me, yeah?)

(Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms)

Bad company, bad karma, bad luck

(Phantoms, phantoms, oh)

(Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms, phantoms)

(Phantoms, phantoms, oh)