Spooked Out

But, almost any time of the year, I am open for a good ghost story. Yo, it's happened about a year ago, October 31st, I had just got home dead, tired from work. Can't believe I'm all alone as it kicked up my shoes, so I head up to the lab just so I can write tunes.

Halfway in, I get to doing the someone in my back, but when I turn around, no one's dead. So I realize turn back to the track, man, it's down to love. Until I hear Ramon coming from a fool, a mummy, I'm no dummy, so I tell myself I can't hear it Cause it'll take more than that, to give me memory, get the spirit, push some drums, so it's time to add a man

Cause when the lights go out, now the room's the blackness, man I can't believe it I never saved a jam, but before I can finish this thought, I feel a hand steady creepin' up my arm with the touch that's cold and psyched Cause when a man appears, he's all dressed and white, he's full of them, they ain't now, I'm really getting scared

Think I need the ghost bus to come and hear the mighty head But on second thought, maybe it's my clue to leave Cause I can take a hint just like screw and shaggy So I'm jetting through the darkness on my way downstairs Hit the front door and feel the man He's a marina in the fear, I can tell him myself

As I bounce but it's strange, how some face can get just Boot down, boot down Maybe there's a ghost inside my house Or maybe there's an alien coming and take me out Or maybe just maybe he's on a bad dream Cause I really think this song is trying to get to me I'm swooped out, maybe there's a ghost inside my house