Ghost
I look at my past I know nothing can finish me
See what I have and that shit is a gift to me
Painting these pictures it's magic it's wizardry
Hand me the future I'll turn that to history
Life's in the ring with me punching and hitting me
Right till you see my blood up on the guillotine
Wait for the day that I salvage a victory
A kid with a dream put this bitch out her misery
Whoa, I make it hard to find me
Can't step to me, can't eye to eye me
I'm baking my cake and this pie is rising
Close my eyes, go to sleep, see my life rewinding
Look back where I came and I knew that I got far
Now, Jashan got me flying on that Udta Punjab
And you know we keep it real when the hood is Malabar
I can tell you that my mama only knew it from the start
That I'm all on my own, but so many places I call as my own
So many people they call me their own
I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone in smoke I'm ghost I'm gone
See ho, I done come from them weak homes
Cracked walls, but keep clean floors
Been runnin to see what my dreams hold
That I'd bleed for
Y'all are just free throwing I'm swishing three pointers
Spinnin these webs with these lyrics as we go
My realness is twice just as big as your ego
Y'all fake like the plastic in Indian Cheetos
I see ho, yeah I see through the peephole
Some of these heroes got nothin but zeros
I'm keeping it cold but the beat got the heat though
You're seeing the gold and that's my cerebral
No sweat no tears all I see's smoke
So I pray that you look out for me, lord
As I fly to the moon and you see me soaring
And reach closer, I'll keep going
Till I'm all on my own, but so many places I call as my own
So many people they call me their own
I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone in smoke I'm ghost
I'm all on my own, as real as they come and as hard as they go
So many people they call me their own
I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone in smoke I'm ghost I'm gone
See what I have and that shit is a gift to me
Painting these pictures it's magic it's wizardry
Hand me the future I'll turn that to history
Life's in the ring with me punching and hitting me
Right till you see my blood up on the guillotine
Wait for the day that I salvage a victory
A kid with a dream put this bitch out her misery
Whoa, I make it hard to find me
Can't step to me, can't eye to eye me
I'm baking my cake and this pie is rising
Close my eyes, go to sleep, see my life rewinding
Look back where I came and I knew that I got far
Now, Jashan got me flying on that Udta Punjab
And you know we keep it real when the hood is Malabar
I can tell you that my mama only knew it from the start
That I'm all on my own, but so many places I call as my own
So many people they call me their own
I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone in smoke I'm ghost I'm gone
See ho, I done come from them weak homes
Cracked walls, but keep clean floors
Been runnin to see what my dreams hold
That I'd bleed for
Y'all are just free throwing I'm swishing three pointers
Spinnin these webs with these lyrics as we go
My realness is twice just as big as your ego
Y'all fake like the plastic in Indian Cheetos
I see ho, yeah I see through the peephole
Some of these heroes got nothin but zeros
I'm keeping it cold but the beat got the heat though
You're seeing the gold and that's my cerebral
No sweat no tears all I see's smoke
So I pray that you look out for me, lord
As I fly to the moon and you see me soaring
And reach closer, I'll keep going
Till I'm all on my own, but so many places I call as my own
So many people they call me their own
I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone in smoke I'm ghost
I'm all on my own, as real as they come and as hard as they go
So many people they call me their own
I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone in smoke I'm ghost I'm gone
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Writer(s): Abhijeet Varma
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