Sanoja: GZA. Pro Tools. Cinema.
There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in
Place much darker than the room I rest in
Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor
And some fishin' rods is hangin' on the door
Paintin' on the wall of stick figures
That's rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger
Where the imagination runs wild, like who's creepin'
Neighbors are acres away and probably sleepin'
Wind dust blowin' makes the sounds of ghost
[Incomprehensible] in the room makes you feel really close
Remind me of this late night thriller
I watched the other night, they never caught the killer
Bats that's flyin' in every direction
Got to stay low and roll with the protection
Visitors that often stay for the summer
They heart beat like the roll of a drummer
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
The room was full, the sky was black
The bathroom, hear a crack, wolves roam in packs
In the dinin' room, the chair rock back and forth
Pull the table cloth to the sun, where it fell off
Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered
Three Blind Mice heard the noise and scattered
Front door was open, welcome mat was soakin'
The blood of Christ, plus all four locks were broken
In the backyard, two dogs would growl
And barkin', the eyes and they teeth was sparklin'
I started to sweat, they started to get closer
Then I saw a face on a wanted poster
An outlaw who stayed with an empty hoster
Used to shoot mugs of beer off the coaster
Make a room to turn the light switch on
Chump up, my jacket was torn
Pages from the photo album, make a return
Wax drip from the candle as it slowly burn
Then the lights had started blinkin', as if the power was gone
The room become foggy, as if the shower was on
Words was written in the steam on the mirror
In bold print, couldn't have been any clearer
Teeth that was givin' out sounds without a picture
And a voice kept sayin', "I'ma getcha"
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
Place much darker than the room I rest in
Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor
And some fishin' rods is hangin' on the door
Paintin' on the wall of stick figures
That's rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger
Where the imagination runs wild, like who's creepin'
Neighbors are acres away and probably sleepin'
Wind dust blowin' makes the sounds of ghost
[Incomprehensible] in the room makes you feel really close
Remind me of this late night thriller
I watched the other night, they never caught the killer
Bats that's flyin' in every direction
Got to stay low and roll with the protection
Visitors that often stay for the summer
They heart beat like the roll of a drummer
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
The room was full, the sky was black
The bathroom, hear a crack, wolves roam in packs
In the dinin' room, the chair rock back and forth
Pull the table cloth to the sun, where it fell off
Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered
Three Blind Mice heard the noise and scattered
Front door was open, welcome mat was soakin'
The blood of Christ, plus all four locks were broken
In the backyard, two dogs would growl
And barkin', the eyes and they teeth was sparklin'
I started to sweat, they started to get closer
Then I saw a face on a wanted poster
An outlaw who stayed with an empty hoster
Used to shoot mugs of beer off the coaster
Make a room to turn the light switch on
Chump up, my jacket was torn
Pages from the photo album, make a return
Wax drip from the candle as it slowly burn
Then the lights had started blinkin', as if the power was gone
The room become foggy, as if the shower was on
Words was written in the steam on the mirror
In bold print, couldn't have been any clearer
Teeth that was givin' out sounds without a picture
And a voice kept sayin', "I'ma getcha"
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real