Come on
Two sheets to the wind in a taxi
Two feet to the wind in the backseat
(Two feet)
Two beeps to the car in front of us
Or one of us ending up wrapped round
the chassis (These rhymes)
Thinking 'bout these rhymes,
and what they gave me
Sounds out this world,
but a microphone and (Microphone)
Two turntables saved me
Took me round the world and bought me
a home and (They know)
I've seen all these other crew's
bank too (I see you)
Not knowing all the ways
people helped 'em
Might not ever get a damn thank you
But they're sure 'nough gonna get a you're
welcome (You're welcome)
Matter fact, I ain't leaving (No)
I was here first and I don't
believe 'em (No)
I was here bursting,
listening to Primo and Chino and Thirstin
And missing out on being there for people
in person (I'm sorry)
'Cause we don't sleep
when we're working
We don't bleed when we're hurting
We wear our heart on our sleeve and I'm
certain (Come on)
That we'll feel the burden till we call it curtains,
you feel me?
Do you feel me?
This that
Light inside the core that can
blind with its force
It's the writing on the wall; light
it up on the porch
It's 1994, five mic's in The Source
It's a mighty; mighty roar from
the crowd and of course, it's
This
Do you feel me?
Went from going through
quotes in the liners
To being known from the
shows on the fliers
Playing packed rooms,
heading to the back room
To cool down my face with some
ice from the rider
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
And the day those lights
don't inspire us
You'll see me walking out
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
Two sheets on a surface of water
Loose- leaf writing worthless and torn up
If I could do these words justice
You'd see how much it's
worth that I fought for
Every kid that never got one mention
Every little bit of love or affection
I'm done with pretending
the sun is descending
And all good things must come
to an ending
'Cause I swore to the day this is
Nothing more than a flawed
entertainment biz
And if I walk away with nothing
well let me tell you something
That's fucking more
than I came here with
Feel me? (I'm gone)
Do you feel me? (I'm gone)
And I'd be lying if I said
I wasn't grateful
For my life for my friends
and for the faithful
It's been a ride but there's
been a few times
That I'd thought I'd lose sight
when the effort was so painful
But rap gave me such inspired dreams
In fact maybe touched my life when things
Got a little crazy and nobody would pay me
The ends that plainly justified the means
At last I can see we've all been blind
It's hard to believe that all this time
That I wore my heart on my sleeve
for this art and the scene
Gonna be hard when I leave that all behind
You feel me?
Do you feel me?
Went from going through
quotes in the liners
To being known from the
shows on the fliers
Playing packed rooms,
heading to the back room
To cool down my face with some
ice from the rider
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
And the day those
lights don't inspire us
You'll see me walking out
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
Went from going through
quotes in the liners
To being known from the
shows on the fliers
Playing packed rooms,
heading to the back room
To cool down my face with some
ice from the rider
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
And the day those
lights don't inspire us
You'll see me walking out
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
Though when it's done night is on us all
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
Nowhere to run, writings on the wall
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
So when it come, rise before we fall
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
Broken and done dying on us all
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
Nowhere to run, writings on the wall
I'm a ghost, I'm gone
So when it comes, rise, rise,
before we fall
Went from going through
quotes in the liners
To being known from the
shows on the fliers
Playing packed rooms,
heading to the back room
To cool down my face with some
ice from the rider
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
And the day those
lights don't inspire us
You'll see me walking out
I'm a ghost
Hilltop Hoods 
