St. Kelly - Ghost Town

Off the 2006 album "Tip Of The Iceberg" Click 'Show more' for lyrics. Lyrics for "Ghost Town" by St. Kelly. yo, I been there, done that, somehow I'm still doin it same crew I'm coolin with just different girls I'm foolin with I blew a spliff and flew a drift the road that I was headin down it's got me thinkin how some fools never settle down they get it foul and went too far to back peddle now, blowin' steam like a motherfuckin' kettle, pal I rock metal now, close to my heart seen a blue angel, gunner and I ain't roasted a fart tip those glasses and I toast to the art, not too long ago we hosed in the park 'dro gettin sparked, hoes gettin fucked though ya know what? the scene change, and we change with it gotta adapt to live it, point zero one past the limit, yep, it's that specific turn your back and miss it I relive it when I spit it cause my tracks are vivid the path is wicked and math's the ticket if the cash don't count right, subtract a digit *man screams as his figure is removed* it hurts, I know.. MOTHERFUCK!! CHORUS: greenest grass around oh my, so high floating above the ground slow ride, low tide sand still coolin down low light, so quiet river to the ocean, ghost town last stop light on the map, chop a crown bud and take a step back, it flop right in your lap drop and tighten your trap if a helicopter buzz by hopin' to find em, I'm talkin bout some trees so big you wanna climb em fuck a nine-to-five and the rest of that jive like 'why?' when I can I stay fly and paid, high and laid remember, it's still work from the start of the day just like any investment, scam or embezzlement, you gotta share a piece with the President, it's forced and hesitant, yes of course we resent the man, that cockblower.. hell, he don't represent the people where I'm resident what, ya'll been seein' too much green in Pleasant Ville? calm yourself and your cronies homie cause I bet you will it's still flowers for flour, fuck how the rest feel it ain't objective, can't nobody tell me what's the best deal CHORUS: greenest grass around oh my, so high floating above the ground slow ride, low tide sand still coolin down low light, so quiet river to the ocean, ghost town yo, I move through a lonely village walkin' softly like I'm steppin' onto foamies and pillows, cause suckas owe me feelings, and I ain't tryin' to see what homes is concealin' fuck gettin' caught mixed up with some phony-ass villains cause dumb shit could have me phonin' glass buildings and trust me, ya'll ain't worth the fees slice a hole into my pocket, kid, but hurt me? please.. I'm just tryin to play safe, it's nothin new squad cars with nothin to do, just makin sure that we don't do nothin too my advice since they're puffin it too, is keep your stuff in your shoe my boy, how you gonna run that wearin some girl socks? low ankles might cut it for them press tabs and pearl rocks, but these some thorough stocks, foot long buds and such, and you don't wanna crush them much shit, I'll bust your butts don't be askin like "What's the fuss?" we're talkin ashes to ashes, dust to dust CHORUS: greenest grass around oh my, so high floating above the ground slow ride, low tide sand still coolin down low light, so quiet river to the ocean, ghost town (Sooke, B.C.)