Ghost - Jon Conner

Yes Yeah Suffering for the Lord is not an easy thing Be it a conjuring So ordained and adored, so immaculate Ooh, so worth the debt I'm your rock, baby I won't back down I'm your rock, baby Ask yourself, ooh Are you righteous? Yes You want to play with the sire? (Yes) You want a view from the spire? (Yes) You want a seat by the pyre? And never ever suffer again Yes Yeah Yeah Sacrifice for the horde leads the way from shame Be it a loser's game The disdain and abhorred lash of the senate whip Ooh, it's a power trip I'm your rock, baby I won't back down I'm your rock, baby Ask yourself, ooh Are you righteous? Yes You want to play with the sire? (Yes) You want a view from the spire? (Yes) You want a seat by the pyre? And never ever suffer again (Yes) You want to console the griever? (Yes) You want to guide the believer? (Yes) You and the greatest deceiver? And never ever suffer again Holy Mother You washeth the sin from my feet Holy Mother You shine like the sun and the moon And the stars in the sky Holy Mother (Mother) You washeth the sin from my feet Holy Mother You shine like the sun and the moon And the stars in the sky The world rests heavy on your shoulders Holy Mother You shine like the sun and the moon And the stars in the sky I'm your rock, baby I won't back down I'm your rock, baby Ask yourself Are you righteous? Yes You want to play with the sire? (Yes) You want a view from the spire? (Yes) You want a seat by the pyre? And never ever suffer again (Never ever suffer, never ever suffer again) You want to play with the sire? (Yes) You want a view from the spire? (Yes) You want a seat by the pyre? And never ever suffer again (yeah) You want to console the griever? You want to guide the believer? You and the greatest deceiver? And never ever suffer again

When you blowin' up my phone Gettin' petty, making out like you were already gone It's like "woah" I guess I should've known You could take a bat to my head, to my skull, yuh I'ma play it dumb like I don't even know How this probably gonna go 'till she get me like "woah" (woah) The food is getting cold little psycho (little psycho) Leading me around and I'm following, shit Maybe I could be dead by tomorrow (by tomorrow) (Woah) So I'm riding in the whip You can't even call it quits Doing shit you wouldn't tell your doctor what (woah) Take a bite out of the apple Momma boutta win the raffle She told me you best be careful where you walk! (Woah) Tread lightly and don't come off unsightly Don't be pulling Spike Lees, this ain't a fuckin' film This is real life, G, you gotta play it tightly Don't seek out the tightrope, you'll spiral (Woah) You hear these chords? They're hopeful (Hopeful) Yeah, let me put some words on 'em for you, you know? A little something like this I should be running from you But I can't budge (Woah, aye) So I'm riding in the whip You can't even call it quits Doing shit you wouldn't tell your doctor what (woah) Take a bite out of the apple Momma boutta win the raffle She told me you best be careful where you Fucked up like a whore in a penthouse Fucked up like the road that I been down Fucked up 'cause I don't wanna feel down Fucked up so I can't even fix now (agh) Got her like a wheel, no grease (agh) And I'm WD-40 (agh) It's the sound that I need, babygirl gimme that (agh) (Woah) I should be running from you But I can't budge Yeah I'm still pulling through Until it gets to be too much (Woah) No, no, no run that shit back, it wasn't hard enough (Woah, hard enough) (Hard enough) (Woah) (Woah) Pressure and heat, pressure cooking the beat uh I think I burn my hand every time that I huh (Woah)

Yeah, let's talk Pune juice, ha ha You ready, let's role play Here we go Drip, drip don't waste I know you love the way it taste Got you crying on your knees With your fingers all in your face While I'm in the special place Your hands up on your waist As you lay the other way As I kiss your lips all day Between the sheets we stay Lick happy feelings through you lady Let that body flow away Baby let me taste that pune juice As I lick up all your sweet taste Kissin' where the symbol lay Baby let me taste that pune juice Where the spot gets too hot Your rain don't never stop ('Cause your rain don't never stop) Baby let me taste that pune juice (Baby let me taste that pune juice) We can do it in the freaky room (Freaky room) That body gettin' real loose (Body get really loose oh) Baby let me taste your sweet juice (Yeah) That pune juice As I kiss your face to face You're screaming out my name While we playing sex games That beast I'm trying to tame, yeah Flick a whip of my tongue This pearl maintains I'll kiss the front to back But she had to tell the fans Cause I ain't the one to kiss and tell It's just a fairytale until the wedding bells Baby let me taste that pune juice As I lick up all your sweet taste (Yay) Kissin' where the symbol lay (Yeah) Baby let me taste that pune juice (Pune juice) Where the spot gets too hot Your rain don't never stop Baby let me taste that pune juice (Taste that pune juice) We can do it in the freaky room (Freaky room) That body gettin' real loose (Real...) Baby ley me taste your sweet juice That pune juice Let me taste that pune juice (Hey) I wanna drink that pune juice (Everyday) Let me get that pune juice Gonna do it, do it in the freaky room Let me taste that pune juice I love it when it's so loose Let me taste that pune juice That puny juice, heyy, hey Baby let me taste that pune juice As I lick up all your sweet taste (Sweet taste) Kissin' where the symbol lay (Kissin' where the symbol lay) Baby let me taste that pune juice Where the spot gets too hot Your rain don't never stop (Rain don't never stop) Baby let me taste that pune juice We can do it in the freaky room (Freaky room) That body gettin' real loose (Real loose) Baby let me taste your sweet juice (Hey) That pune juice (Yeah, yeah) Hey... hey... hey... hey Hey... hey... hey... hey Oh, oh... oh... oh... oh Yeah... yeah, yeah Punanny juice Punanny juice Punanny, nanny juice Punanny, nanny, nanny, nanny juice, yeah

Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Stopping on your block You see me coming through Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Bitch, do you see what he has done to you Open up that shit like butterfly doors I don't take the good ones I just find whores King of this here game I'm the lion, roar Do not tell me about my flow Until you find yours Get it together I cover you red like you fucking spaghetti I'm sipping some specialty Now I got plenty These bitches gonna celebrate All of these bitches gonna throw my confetti I said that I got it Little bitch I been ready Since Billy and Mandy and Ed Ed and Eddy I had this shit since I was cuddling teddys All day and all night like just call me Kid Cudi Woah Who you know stopping the kid Who you know popping like this North Pole? Thank you, Santa I just went and bought ice for my wrist Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt, Skrt Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Stopping on your block You see me coming through Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Bitch, do you see what he has done to you Skrt Skrt With a V8 engine Got my oil changed Now I got the juice And I be blowing cash I'm paid Need something that's hard to do Just watch what I arrange Ya'll got corny lines, we heard you But you ain't go hard up in the paint I'm stranger things, Eleven Feeling strange since I was 11 God was calling me to something I just didn't have reception Let me work, don't interrupt The whole damn system is corrupt Free A$AP Rocky (Free Flacko) Shoot Swedish cops with a snub Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Stopping on your block You see me coming through Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Stopping on your block You see me coming through Drop top All up on your bitch like BMW I pop pop Bitch, do you see what he has done to you Drop top all up on your bitch