Ghost

I'm a ghost. I'm driftin' into oblivion. Just a gray, old ghost. And a messy oblivion. . Well I've had my hopes. They're not what they used to be. I've had hopes.

Get Into Yours

I'm crawling out of my skin. I'm needing you again. I'm crawling out of my skin. Trying to get into yours. Got to get into yours. Got to get into yours.

Generation Spokesmodel

Oh I got these looks. That just won't quit. I got at least. A half of some kind of wit. I got a guitar. Check it out, I'm a star. Hey kids, how would I look on.

Generation Genocide

Gut Shot

These photographs that hang on my wall meant everything. Looking back they all seem like a fading dream. But waking now I know that it's just a fallacy.

Good Homes

Gerry's Down Home Christmas

Get Away

I gotta get away. (Why, Nesh?). 'Cause females don't get along with other females. They keep scratching me and pulling me at my coat tail. Behind my back, tellin' me to go to hell.

God Bless Lawrence Livermore

God Bless America

Why don't you shave your legs. 'Cause a little hair can make a lot of difference. Much more than whatever you're trying to prove. . I know you've got your pride.

Go Mental

Out of the hospital. Out against my will. Life is so beautiful. Ie gone mental. Mental! Mental!. Ie killed my family. They thought I was an oddity. Life is so beautiful.

Go Away

Gilman Street

Game Over

Go Ahead

[Mr. Shadow]. Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF. On the board for the 98 and it won't stop. Check It. . [Mr. Shadow]. It is I the unfadable lyricist. Bringin mad hits for that ass.

Gangsters

[Slush "The Villain"(Talkin)]. Ha Ha. Slush "The Villain". Shadow all up in this mothafucka. Hella High, off that sticky gram weed. Livin the thug life, sellin drug life.

Game Krossed

[Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*. Ay Dreamer you got your tape?. . [Dreamer] *Talkin*. Let's do this shit. . [Mr. Capone-E] *Talkin*. Snapper you got the guage.

Gustav

Guuustav, Guuuustav, Guuuuustav, Guuuuuuustav, Aaaaah. Ziet hem zitten op de bank, linkerhand een glas,. witte hemd vieze vlekken, zijn lul half hard..

Good Mistake

Blood on your hands. And your hands still roam. But your secret is safe with the garden gnome. Those marks on your neck never seem to fade. Bring a marching band.

Getting Into Something

I'm getting into something. You got me into something good. Like I knew you would. I'm moving into something. You move me into something easy. And it pleases me.