Taxi Ghost - Chester Watson, RIA, Sima Itayim

I’m seeing ghosts

I talk to the paranormal, I’m a host

Mami in Ferragamo and she cultured

Moldin her pheromones like I could Coach her

C-c-c-cold I’m freeze, Burr

Smoking on golden leaves

I’m too lit, woe is me

On a ship overseas

And I’m doing yoga.

I’m a young yoda

I had the force since I was a jit

I keep my lane closed.

and keep my composure

Fuck with your nose you not in the clique

Nü Age a cosmic quartet from abyss

Me I been clocking more sex with my chick

Kinda obvi, my obsessions are clear

I look at myself see no reflections in mirrors

I’m dead

Now I’m on top with the clique

We might go shopping at Fifths

Juun.j, and Muji, and ILU up on me, Balenciagas for the kicks

I made it so that only my death make this shit end.

I gotta make ends meet

All my writing mad surreal but I never pretend.

so my psyche distinct

Uber Driver in the front

Taxi Ghost to my right

We left airport and caught that Uber pool around 10: 33 at night

Felt like the acid kicked in overdrive

She morphed into water right before my eyes

I eel in love the terror, the sight

But I know my anxiety will never be fine

Fuck it