Cottonwood Firing Squad
​it would suck if you died
Got my bed-sheet, lookin' pretty fly
I'm the dopest fucking ghost on the lower east-side
We go together, we're a perfect fit
Like a used balance shoe and a cigarette

On my ghost shit, what can i say?
I got evergreen growing out of my grave
I'm a ghost of who I was
But honey you sure can make a dead girl cum

Take me as I am
Take you as you are

Fucking with the lights dear
Its the only thing that gets you off

Take me as I am
Take me as I am