[Intro]
Ghost
Ghost
Ghost

[Hook]
We are passengers, we are drivers
We are travelers, we are survivors
We are hunters, we are judges
Administer justice swift without grudges

[Verse 1]
Don't you know you've seen a ghost?
'Cause were supposed to be nobody
No relief, undercover, canopies we go beneath
Okeley-dokeley, shipping coca leaf overseas
Isn't supposed to be so easy
So we're blowing the boat into pieces, Jesus
A landslide's just enough pebbles to ruffle feathers
I stand by as the dust settles
A gunmetal nettle in a meadow full of buttercups
A shark fin cutting through a slew of rubber ducks
Pull up in a grubby truck, covered in mud and muck
The stuff is shut up in a wooden hut, motherfuck it up
A sudden rush of blood, a warm buzz, a blush
Rubbing a sore, bloody raw with a scrubbing brush
Hush! Even if we must stand here for hours
A rush and a push, and the land that we stand on is ours
The Santa Blanca Gang's a contraband extravaganza
We deliver packets to the planet like a phantom Santa
Stuffing our pockets with narcotics
You can't stop it, far from it
The harder you try, the larger is our profit
Our wallets are swollen up from the hard product
Bars solid, this is real crack music, harmonic
[Hook]
We are passengers, we are drivers
We are travelers, we are survivors
We are hunters, we are judges
Administer justice swift without grudges

[Verse 2]
Freezing or blazing, all seems to be the same up in here
We're all-terrain warriors razing reigns in Bolivia
Heartfelt alarm bells ring heavier than bar bells
Money m-m-multiplying like a fertilized cell
Cartel giving a hard sell to clientele
No "Voulez-vous de la cocaine s'il vous plait, madamoiselle?"
This is life or death, we do not require a locked cell
No one else is qualified, we're dealing with it ourselves
Dark realms, doubts, you can't help the cards dealt
But if you've a large mouth, you're in the dog house
I've witnessed horrors upon the likes of which I shan't dwell
But hang around and you might well find out
The Wildlands is no climate for a mild man
But my old man said I should climb up as high as I can
You better be nice every time when we're behind enemy lines
'Cause otherwise it'll be like the time when Kennedy died
Sniping time, deadly as cyanide
Your head in the firing line, violent, dynamite your mind
You're dead as a trilobite
And by the by, I'm flying by to foil your vile plans
So try your hand, I am the trial of the wildlands
[Hook]
We are passengers, we are drivers
We are travelers, we are survivors
We are hunters, we are judges
Administer justice swift without grudges
We are passengers, we are drivers
We are travelers, we are survivors
We are hunters, we are judges
Administer justice swift without grudges

[Outro]
Ghost
Ghost
Ghost
Ghost