Wraith_demo
Bitch this ain't a ghost, this a wraith
Two doors what a shame
Two seats me and my fate
I like coming in guns blazing
I like blazing
Past I wanna erase it
Future better than the past I always picture
Picture picture perfect
Cause, I feel like I deserve it
Life's a circus yeah
only calm on the surface
for toughest yeah
It's the toughest yeah
I could be in bahamas right now
Sipping on a margarita
Thoughts deeper than mariana
Trench I gotta get myself out
Pull up in a aston martin
Wish I could flex myself out
My old friends snakes they serpents Hence why I am introverted
In darkness now I be lurking
Tryna catch a high yea
Tryna catch a flight yea
To Saint Kitts and Nevis
I heard things are nicer there
But haters everywhere
Hundred bands on a passport
Now I gotta get outta here
Prisoner in my own mind
But some shoes take more time
Once polished they get adknowledged yea
Dad says for success go to college yea
I was a dropout but I was dropping mixing tapes outta there
Got my homie crushing cigerttes butts on the ashtray
Making a stank face
Thinking I was mad game
Thinking I got mad fame
Thinking got mad dough
Thinking I got mad bread
Yeah Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me yeah
Bitch this ain't a ghost, this a wraith
Two doors what a shame
Two seats me and my fate
I like coming in guns blazing
I like blazing
Past I wanna erase it
Future better than the past I always picture
Picture picture perfect
Cause, I feel like I deserve it
Life's a circus yeah
Only calm on the surface
For toughest yeah
It's the toughest yeah
Two doors what a shame
Two seats me and my fate
I like coming in guns blazing
I like blazing
Past I wanna erase it
Future better than the past I always picture
Picture picture perfect
Cause, I feel like I deserve it
Life's a circus yeah
only calm on the surface
for toughest yeah
It's the toughest yeah
I could be in bahamas right now
Sipping on a margarita
Thoughts deeper than mariana
Trench I gotta get myself out
Pull up in a aston martin
Wish I could flex myself out
My old friends snakes they serpents Hence why I am introverted
In darkness now I be lurking
Tryna catch a high yea
Tryna catch a flight yea
To Saint Kitts and Nevis
I heard things are nicer there
But haters everywhere
Hundred bands on a passport
Now I gotta get outta here
Prisoner in my own mind
But some shoes take more time
Once polished they get adknowledged yea
Dad says for success go to college yea
I was a dropout but I was dropping mixing tapes outta there
Got my homie crushing cigerttes butts on the ashtray
Making a stank face
Thinking I was mad game
Thinking I got mad fame
Thinking got mad dough
Thinking I got mad bread
Yeah Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me
Nobody knows me yeah
Bitch this ain't a ghost, this a wraith
Two doors what a shame
Two seats me and my fate
I like coming in guns blazing
I like blazing
Past I wanna erase it
Future better than the past I always picture
Picture picture perfect
Cause, I feel like I deserve it
Life's a circus yeah
Only calm on the surface
For toughest yeah
It's the toughest yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Omar Abdul Gani
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