Sync Different

Chorus:
I’m the one they hear but don’t see
They try to break the spirit, but I’m already ghostly
And everybody fear, that’s why they won’t approach me
Won’t approach me

Verse:
Spoken within the graves, floating between the greats
Hope is within my grace,
I stay focused so no Hokus Pokus in the face
I stay poker in the face
Never show my hands cuz there's jokers in the way
And you know I am the ace
Run em over, no blockades
Until the day, that the Ghost is in the driveway
or I’m whipping out the haunted house in the Wraith
Been a hothead like the Ghost rider
But I calmed down and went Keanu
Even the road rocky like a grotto
Others fold like origami
I keep that paper coming in pronto
Art of War - I’m Picasso
The Hitman like I got a barcode
And my soul - is not for sell
But the women gonna want me like some new nails
or a new bag
Treat me like the ghost, yall get the toe tagged
Chorus:
I’m the one they hear but don’t see
They try to break the spirit, but I’m already ghostly
And everybody fear, that’s why they won’t approach me
Won’t approach me

Verse:
Stay away from the vampires, they evil
Avoid toxic people, they’ll try to drain you,
Do anything just to eat you,
I keep the cross on me, with the garlic
To them, that’s like arsenic
They afraid of the light, only brave at night
That’s the only time they walk out,
But without, fangs they can’t bite
I de-teeth em, they get knocked out
And when I say I “raise the stakes” it’s got a few different meanings
Yall ain’t got no faith, yall cheaters
Me I stay true to my principles, like being married to the boss of a teacher
Yall some blood-sucking leeches, I make em stop short like Jeter,
They try to terrify the preacher, but where yall headed, hotter than a Carolina reaper (yeah!)


Break:
Yall some vampires, yall some vampires
I am not surprised, and this the sunrise (yeah, aye!)



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Verse:
And I care about my people, and I wanna keep it peaceful
This armor, you can’t breakthrough
Never put yourself in a position, for them to play you
Clean cut, pure intentions, but my room’s a sty
Sitting under - the moonlit sky,
I’m an opportunist, never let the music die (uh!)
Necromancer, to the sheets, I fantasize
Neck blow with the hammer, If I see the fangs arrive
Or hands on my trophy, trying to take my prize
I analyze, plans to dethrone me
Pupils slit if they phony
Pupils drip, on this journey
Hit with the gurney, chip on my shoulder, stains on my jersey
So when I see the fangs, I don’t worry