Ghost produced and perfectly blah La-di-da-di-la-de-di-da My taste in music comes from all of the seas To the ground, I can picture just the biggest crowd I'd drop the beat, but what's the fun in that? I'll hit you with some punk and my ghost attack And I am nothing more I'm a ghost without a right to fight And all the time I go to cry, I can't anymore The music's all I've got tonight and that's what it's for Ask me one more time what this song's about I'll use my cool attacks and spell it right out N-A-P-S-T-A-B-L-O-O-K Hey, wow-wow-wow They call me, "The ghost with the beats" And I see all the things they're hiding from me I can pass through the walls, the opposite of fall And I lay on my floor when I think about all My mixtape is fire, I nap on the road when I start to get tired And what was this song about? I think I've figured it out And I am nothing more I'm a ghost without a right to fight And all the time I go to cry, I can't anymore The music's all I've got tonight, I can't ask for more It won't matter if you fight or spare me ('cause I'm a ghost) 'Cause I'm a ghost 'Cause I'm a ghost It won't matter if you fight or spare me ('cause I'm a ghost) It won't matter if you fight or spare me And I am nothing more I'm a ghost without a right to fight And all the time I go to cry, I can't anymore The music's all I've got tonight and that's what's it's for It won't matter if you fight or spare me