Spirit of Marilyn callin’ me, audibly, bawlin’ she said that she would never leave continue to torture me. Tellin’ me to come with her, underneath my comforter, and she brought a gun with her, pills and some rum with her. Took me on the balcony, tellin’ me to jump with her. Yeah, I’m in the ghost, but I ain’t doin’ stunts with her. I ain’t trying to be that, haters wanna see that, but I got ‘em aggy, ‘cause I win the gold like Gabby.