[Intro – Gator Splash + Vinyl Crackle]
[Chains clink softly]
Funny thing about ghosts…
they upgrade with you.
[808 growls in]
Down South?
even the haunting wear designer.
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[Verse 1]
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Ghosts wear gator skin where I’m from,
Ride slow through the swamp in imported drums.
Gold teeth gleam like haunted treasure,
Pain got richer but it still ain’t better.
Black card swipe with cemetery manners,
Whole aura smell like storm survivors.
I got trauma tailored in Italian wool,
Still hear flood sirens when the room too full.
Flow Louisiana filthy and elegant,
Like funeral roses in a president suite.
My success move smooth but the soul stay muddy,
Can’t wash swamp blood off luxury.
Every mirror in the mansion foggy,
Probably all these dead dreams watchin’.
I done made it out the flood technically,
But mentally the water still got me.
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[Hook – Choir + Brass]
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Ghosts wear gator skin tonight…
Gold-plated pain underneath the lights.
Ghosts wear gator skin still…
Even success can’t stop what you feel.
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[Verse 2]
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My dawg got rich then forgot his laugh,
Now he stare at walls and sip from crystal glass.
That’s Southern ambition in a silk disguise—
everybody flexin’, nobody alright.
Women kiss my neck like they sense the ache,
Like trauma got an expensive taste.
One said:
“You move like somebody haunted.”
I said:
“Baby, where I’m from that’s normal.”
Church bells ring through the penthouse rain,
Still can’t drown inherited pain.
I got cypress roots in my bloodstream,
Even my nightmares swamp-themed.
Flow sharp as a Rougaroux smile,
Swamp-born child with executive style.
Every bar sound like midnight sermons,
For rich souls still internally hurtin’.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Poverty haunt you one way.
Success haunt you another.
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Black water shimmer beneath marble floors…
Some ghosts just get expensive clothes.
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[Verse 3]
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Truth is—
I’m scared of gettin’ everything.
And still feelin’ empty afterward.
Scared my whole personality built
From survival and Southern hurt.
But maybe awareness break curses slow,
Maybe honesty help wounds close.
Till then I move through the fog well-dressed,
With Louisiana pain inside my chest.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
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Ghosts wear gator skin tonight…
Swamp-born souls beneath gold lights.
Ghosts wear gator skin remain…
Luxury don’t erase pain.
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[Outro – Thunder + Slow Trumpet]
[Alligator growl fades into rain]
Down here…
even the ghosts got style.
