This that ghostly flow, the one you ride to.
The one you sit back, relax and get high to
Party with phantoms and Ciroc on the rocks.
Poison our lungs with nicotine at five o'clock
It almost tastes too strong but that don't matter at all,
You got the weight of the world to fall back on
So just let it all go with your arms spread out who knows how far you'll float
I took it in at a speed that seemed light years
And celebrated over champagne and cold beer
Lets take a shot for the ones who still pray
Over dinner and some candles with a butler and a maid
Guests that never show themselves you anyone but you.
A ghost in the attic scarin' everyone but you
We smoked weed for dessert after dinner
And talked amongst ourselves how this is only the beginning

They talk better when you sleep so don't believe it.
The pills only help but you keep that a secret.
Keep that a secret.
If you can keep it.

That's the second hand buzz that keeps the mouth runnin'
On top of buildings with ghosts, so stunnin'
They see the cold air from mine
In hind sight, 50/50 for a punch line
A world never too shy to lend a hand out,
You're reachin' for something 'cause you swore you saw a hand out
Maybe it was all a dream
Because you swore you seen everything they said was make believe
Made you question everything that never really seemed
Effortless with just a 40 and a pipe dream
Stand still as they gather behind.
In army at once to push everyone aside
Raise your glass for a toast or a land-mine.
And drink to what it is that kept it all confined
Inside it's quiet knowin' about the last time.
The phantoms here are always one of a kind.