Ghost
You know I'll find my way, make a way, I'm on the way yeah
I'm on my way, yes I'm on my way
You know I'm on my way, I'm on the way
You know I'll find my way, make a way
I'm on
Lighting bugs in a mason jar
Haven't felt a hug in so fucking long
Haven't felt a hug in so fucking long
I hate the distance but I love you mom
I'm scared to talk so I just write my wrongs
And growing up don't mean moving on
But I'm moving out because my time is gone
Hours, we get and we waste them
Shot after shot, getting wasted
I do not wun be complacent
I do not wun be complacent god
I swear this feels like the matrix god
Keeping watch out for the agents god
Why do I feel like I'm slaving
The world on my back now I'm breaking down
And spending time ain't enough time
I miss rapping during lunch time
Doing numbers like the lunch line
They say I'm either genius or out my mind
I guess I'm just both, I guess that I'm both, uh
Kenny told me get back to who I really am, so here I am
Left my heart on the field dog now my mind's burrowed in the sand
I lived long enough to go bad, I went sour and it's so sad
Yeah it's so sad
There's like 6 me's dog, which one do you know, which one do I know the most
How do I heal, I do I cope, drugs and the liquor just turn us to ghost
Yeah, just turn us to ghost
How do I heal, how do I cope, how do I cope, how do I cope
How do I cope, I guess I just can't, I guess that I don't
I guess I just can't, I guess that I don't
I guess we're all just ghost
I'm on my way, yes I'm on my way
You know I'm on my way, I'm on the way
You know I'll find my way, make a way
I'm on
Lighting bugs in a mason jar
Haven't felt a hug in so fucking long
Haven't felt a hug in so fucking long
I hate the distance but I love you mom
I'm scared to talk so I just write my wrongs
And growing up don't mean moving on
But I'm moving out because my time is gone
Hours, we get and we waste them
Shot after shot, getting wasted
I do not wun be complacent
I do not wun be complacent god
I swear this feels like the matrix god
Keeping watch out for the agents god
Why do I feel like I'm slaving
The world on my back now I'm breaking down
And spending time ain't enough time
I miss rapping during lunch time
Doing numbers like the lunch line
They say I'm either genius or out my mind
I guess I'm just both, I guess that I'm both, uh
Kenny told me get back to who I really am, so here I am
Left my heart on the field dog now my mind's burrowed in the sand
I lived long enough to go bad, I went sour and it's so sad
Yeah it's so sad
There's like 6 me's dog, which one do you know, which one do I know the most
How do I heal, I do I cope, drugs and the liquor just turn us to ghost
Yeah, just turn us to ghost
How do I heal, how do I cope, how do I cope, how do I cope
How do I cope, I guess I just can't, I guess that I don't
I guess I just can't, I guess that I don't
I guess we're all just ghost
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Daley
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