Dance with Ghosts - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

So pretty and savage, she opened her bag, I'm swear that she's bad as can be

And all of them bothers, they throwing them dollars, but she's only fucking with me

She so smooth, she's so classy, so ratchet, so sassy, so nasty, so fancy and trashy yeah

So independent, she don't need shit from me, no she don't need nothing at all

They ain't fucking with her when it come to money, man she gon' out-hustle them all

She's so fine, she's so sweet, she's all mine, she smokes weed, she goes long, I go deep

On that drink, shе's so street

Late night she's on a mission

She only dancеs with ghosts (Only dance with ghosts)

Sits in the dark and listens to writings on the wall (Writings on the wall)

She's just looking for something to hold

She be getting high but laying low

She's so afraid that she's gon' be alone

She gon' grip 'em 'til they let her go (Only dance with ghosts)

Stupid, told me not to lose myself

Inside my own addictions, Lord I need some help

The answer's stolen, and I prayed my prayers

And I keep looking up but ain't nobody there

The boss of the bitches, I ain't gotta mention, she really be tricking them tricks

I know that she loyal, she ain't got shit for 'em, it's just like her hitting the lick

She's so brave, I'm amazed, her head game is insane, that sex game is the same, it's that flame, yeah

Sometimes she's sober, and sometimes she's fucking up but you'll never know

And out of her body if she's on that molly, or if she done fucked with her nose

And she do what she want and it's still on the low

Ain't no one gotta know, yeah she sticks to the code