James Wier - HAUNTED CLUB* Lyrics

Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
A wingless battalion of specters around your neck
A murderer died last night, come pay me some respect
I didn't ask for roses, I won't cut a check
A sunlight-less season of life is called death
A starling? A crow? You can't tell without glasses on
Birthed from cities and burning in fire from God
Don't you turn your back or you'll get turned to stone
A fireless season of life is called heaven
Twittering from songbirds, singing from the hymnal
I'll turn your pretty little shrine to a urinal
Hit with the shit that you preach, you'll get burned son
When they throw shots, they will not be subliminal
Last one to sleep gets a medal of honor
Sike, no one gets a damn thing when they're gone
Then you stitch up the bodies with blood on your collar
I'll make you scream, make it soundless and-
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Someone get these thoughts up out my head)
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Someone get this pain up out my chest)
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Someone get these thoughts up out my head)
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Someone get this pain up out my chest)
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the stop, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the stop, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Woah, yeah haunt that bitch, I don't care about the flashes I'll just run that shit
The Reaper's not picky eater, don't discriminate
Between the people that he speaks with, indiscriminate
Woah yeah, haunt this shit
Do the roses on the casket know they're grown for this?
As I kid I thought I'd grow to be too grown for this
But all the monsters in my closet don't believe I exist
The world, it rests on my shoulders
The nights are cold, but get colder
On my right, I saw Sisyphus running up the hill with that boulder
I'm I old or just older?
Am I sold, or just a soldier?
I talked to God and asked "am I wrong?" and his smile turned to a smolder
Pull up the the spot, we're haunting the club up
I died last night, my spirit, it rose up
I took myself up out of the rose beds
And took that club and made it my own set
For a movie I made
A movie I directed
Take that flash, you'll never see my affections
Take that camera, and point it at the stereo
You'll get a pic of something moving quickly through the area
Hold up wait now, I'm up in this club
With no ghost for skin, no Corbin, not iced up
Wait a minute, I'm moving like I'm tough
But reality surrounding me, I'll leave if you catch up
Pull up to the spot we're haunting the club up now
Pull up with a Glock, you never can shoot us down
Pull up to the spot we're haunting the club up now
Let the beat ride, let me hear the drop go now
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Someone get these thoughts up out my head)
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Someone get this pain up out my chest)
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Someone get these thoughts up out my head)
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Someone get this pain up out my chest)
In life there's a season for everything
A time to laugh, a time to cry
A time to be born, and a time to die
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the stop, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the stop, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
Pull up to the spot, we're haunting the club up yeah
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