Hocus Pocus

[Chorus: Jake Hill] I see ghosts All my enemies are jealous, how it goes Bitch I know, all the money we’ve been making's fucking gross On the low, me and Josh been tourin', selling out these shows Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago [Verse 1: Josh A] Yuh Finally makin' dollar bills Touring's paying for the thrills Devil rapping made us mills Poppin' off, I got no chill I made the track, like didn't I You never fuck with me, now we tight If it was up to me, you could fuckin' die (Hold up, that was mean bro) Back in action, yeah you know we kill it every time Yeah I pour my soul right into every song I fuckin' write Saving kids from every shitty fuckin' thought of suicide Feelin' good cause I know I got Satan chillin' by my side [Pre-Chorus: Josh A] (I see ghosts All my enemies are jealous, how it goes Bitch I know, all the money we’ve been making's fucking gross On the low, me and Jake been tourin', selling out these shows Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago) [Chorus: Jake Hill] I see ghosts All my enemies are jealous, that how it’s goes Bitch I know, all the money we’ve been making's fucking gross On the low, me and Josh been tourin', selling out these shows Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago [Verse 2: Jake Hill] Never thought I'd make it here, facing fears, jumping on a Lear Overseas, overworked, but I know the stress is worth it In the end I'll die a king, I've said that probably 10 times Only got one life and imma live like it all ends tonight Used to break down on the highway, now I pull up in a Benz I don't mean to sound pretentious, but I worked hard for this shit And you can do it too, don't let nobody stop you from your dreams Here's a middle finger to the ones that only intervene [Pre-Chorus: Jake Hill] (I see ghosts All my enemies are jealous, how it goes Bitch I know, all the money we’ve been making's fucking gross On the low, me and Josh been tourin', selling out these shows Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago) [Chorus: Jake Hill] I see ghosts All my enemies are jealous, how it goes Bitch I know, all the money we’ve been making's fucking gross On the low, me and Josh been tourin', selling out these shows Holy smokes, packin' houses, only met a year ago