Andrew Shiamone - The Holy Ghost of Dirty Murph lyrics

[Verse 1] You're calling me out In the middle of the night Yelling cross the room Expecting me to fight “Hey friend, hold my beer While I deck this guy” Ripping stuff Off the wall, it's no lie Nowhere near low key My oh my, it's lit Too much Fireball? Maybe just a bit Ignatius back from the dead To party at the Murph Shotgun off his sword The Dirty Murph birth Free for all Anarchy in the heights See the lights in the dorm rooms Replace with strobe lights Rap so fast that I got A ticket for speeding Check your polls Yeah it looks like that I'm leading It's a hoot and a half A hoot and a holler Edward 40 hands And a drunk dial caller No regrets in the morning No hangover for sure Holy ghost of dirty murph Far from pure [Chorus] Holy ghost of dirty murph I must confess I've been way too sober Dealing with all the stress Could you save me and Offer me salvation I need to confess Let me vent my frustration [Verse 2] Zero to gone in 2.8 seconds Ludicrous Riding in a Model S Ingenious Life always getting A bit too tedious 18 credit hours Getting studious Looking forward to the weekend I gotta let it out As soon as I get home I just wanna shout An empty solo cup Is a red flag crisis Get a refill swapped out Like a tire at Midas I got that touch Yeah I got that touch But homeboy here Ain't in any rush I just want to sit back Relax and chill The squad showing up Getting turnt for the thrill Everybody getting down Within the halls of Murph Proud of our heritage We protect it like turf Before you go there's Something I need to know Are you here for me Or only here for the show?