Lyrics

[Verse]
Shadows creeping where the streetlights broke,
Phantom trailer park, the spirits choke.
Ghosts in the wind, they whisper my name,
Pockets full of powder, this the devil's game.
Hoodie up, mask on, black-market shaman,
Every deal I make, feel the dead still watchin'.

[Chorus]
Haunted by the cash, haunted by the fiends,
Selling shadows, chasing ghostly dreams.
Phantom hustle, ain't no peace to find,
Drugs and demons, trailer park grind.

[Verse 2]
Broken swing sets, rusted chain clink,
Where the junkies nod and the moonlight sinks.
Trailer doors creak, spirits on patrol,
Every hit I flip feels like I’m selling my soul.
Graveyard shift, clock ticks in reverse,
This the devil’s pharmacy, a blessing and a curse.

[Bridge]
Knocks on the door, ain't the living, they’re the lost,
Pay the price, every bag got a cost.
Whispers in the trees, footsteps in the dirt,
Spirits got my back but my conscience still hurts.

[Chorus]
Haunted by the cash, haunted by the fiends,
Selling shadows, chasing ghostly dreams.
Phantom hustle, ain't no peace to find,
Drugs and demons, trailer park grind.

[Outro]
Smoke in the air, echoes in my mind,
Trailer park's cursed, but the cash still shines.
Phantom hustle, ain't no rest to get,
Selling to the living, haunted by the dead.