Ghost in the Machine
Out in the city, (really gone wasted trash)
This could get tricky, (pretty gone wasted smashed)
Brown paper bags, (really gone wasted trash)
Sippin' on mickeys, (pretty gone wasted smashed)
I'm feelin' risky, no girl can fix me
I'm feelin' funny they call us junkies
Walkin' on stars blastin' off far
They left us for dead
Forgot what we said
From the start we knew we were broken
This life is a glitch something we should fix
From the start we were ghosts in the machine
This place is sketchy
I'm feelin' tipsy
Out with the homies
In with the crowds
I think your really (really gone wasted trashed)
I think your pretty (pretty gone wasted smashed)
Dreams of succedin' (rich, rich, I'm rich)
And heavy breathin' (pretty gone wasted smashed)
My circuitry is wired
Imperfect I'm on fire
Do whatcha gotta I know you're lying
This girl is taking over
This girl is taking over, over
Oh! you've got your money but it ain't enough
Oh! you run your mouth but running ain't enough
Oh! your flashy cars and clothes, don't give a fuck
Oh oh oh! we run this town so just get lost ohh
Just get lost
Just get lost
Move...
You run your mouth but runnin' ain't enough
They left us for dead
Forgot what we said
From the start we knew we were broken
This life is a glitch something we should fix
From the start we were ghosts in the machine
This could get tricky, (pretty gone wasted smashed)
Brown paper bags, (really gone wasted trash)
Sippin' on mickeys, (pretty gone wasted smashed)
I'm feelin' risky, no girl can fix me
I'm feelin' funny they call us junkies
Walkin' on stars blastin' off far
They left us for dead
Forgot what we said
From the start we knew we were broken
This life is a glitch something we should fix
From the start we were ghosts in the machine
This place is sketchy
I'm feelin' tipsy
Out with the homies
In with the crowds
I think your really (really gone wasted trashed)
I think your pretty (pretty gone wasted smashed)
Dreams of succedin' (rich, rich, I'm rich)
And heavy breathin' (pretty gone wasted smashed)
My circuitry is wired
Imperfect I'm on fire
Do whatcha gotta I know you're lying
This girl is taking over
This girl is taking over, over
Oh! you've got your money but it ain't enough
Oh! you run your mouth but running ain't enough
Oh! your flashy cars and clothes, don't give a fuck
Oh oh oh! we run this town so just get lost ohh
Just get lost
Just get lost
Move...
You run your mouth but runnin' ain't enough
They left us for dead
Forgot what we said
From the start we knew we were broken
This life is a glitch something we should fix
From the start we were ghosts in the machine
Credits
Writer(s): Achim Reichel
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