GH00ST*
Glass in my eye
Did I die tonight?
Sit upright
Feel the medal rod in the bones in my thighs
Ring in the picture
Blink though I can't
Need to feel my body but can't find my other hand
Shirt is torn to pieces
Wonder how I look
If anybody finds me will they freak out and then book
Fire started in the engine
Fuel dripping on my neck
I'm cooked
Im ghost
Glass in my eye
Did I die tonight?
Sit upright
Feel the medal rod in the bones in my thighs
Ring in the picture
Blink though I can't
Need to feel my body but can't find my other hand
Shirt is torn to pieces
Wonder how I look
If anybody finds me will they freak out and then book
Fire started in the engine
Fuel dripping on my neck
I'm cooked
I'm ghost
I'm ghosting
We're ghost
We're ghosting
Covered in pearly white linen
Thought I'd look cooler than this
Keep thinking I'm telling myself
We argued but you didn't listen
The lesson is all of this is honestly all of your fault
My situation is funny
You'd probably tell me right now that I'm looking for trouble
Even in this little bubble
You'd pop it and misuse the point of a needle
Couldn't get another lady
Couldn't find a way to stop debating
'Less we're talking M-M-A
What's the point of other people telling me I'm late?
Busy getting ice
Talking lemonade
Couldn't get more sketchy
Getting rich meaning getting blood on money
All I'm trying to say
Looking out for enemies
Above my virtue
Live another crazy day today
We are not cut out the same damn cloth
The moment I'm out 'twas diamond not rock
I'd shoot down a priest before tying the knot
But rethink my actions when watching the clock
My vocal cords needed to be severed
Couldn't stand to hear myself screaming here for hours
Check out the mirror and the cross isn't there
Guess he left me when I cursed him out for being here
Glass in my eye
Did I die tonight?
Sit upright
Feel the medal rod in the bones in my thighs
Ring in the picture
Blink though I can't
Need to feel my body but can't find my other hand
Shirt is torn to pieces
Wonder how I look
If anybody finds me will they freak out and then book
Fire started in the engine
Fuel dripping on my neck
I'm cooked
I'm ghost
We're ghosting
We're ghost
We're ghosting
I'm ghost
I got 2 cabbies exclusive, rolling my weed in the back of my car while I drive it
I go Beyonce, too many bees in this hive, if they looking, then slight of hand talent arises
I'm flying low, black, the balloons have been rising, and after you die I'll be writing reprises
Tattered my skin, cut all identifiers, do you recognize me?
Wallow alone, that's the baseline
Blood complies, white jeans, stained waistlines
I've seen homies flip over some pesos
I've seen homies get thrown to the Canines
But If you want the beef, I serve A5
But I'm ghost, so I'll do it broad daylight
After a run, buy saline
Fill these scars while I'm blessing, gesundheit
I got so much to lose, yet I'm sat here just pushing the limits
My head is inflatable, Michelin all of the dishes, antonio star is the witness
I'll keep abusing, the rhetoric, can't get addicted, but pills turning others to victims
You lost your grip with-a-star, and the time moving forward, returning to ghost has arose on the wishlist
Glass in my eye
Did I die tonight?
Sit upright
Feel the medal rod in the bones in my thighs
Ring in the picture
Blink though I can't
Need to feel my body but can't find my other hand
Shirt is torn to pieces
Wonder how I look
If anybody finds me will they freak out and then book
Fire started in the engine
Fuel dripping on my neck
I'm cooked
I'm ghost
We're ghosting
We're ghost
We're ghosting
I'm ghost
PUNK!
Did I die tonight?
Sit upright
Feel the medal rod in the bones in my thighs
Ring in the picture
Blink though I can't
Need to feel my body but can't find my other hand
Shirt is torn to pieces
Wonder how I look
If anybody finds me will they freak out and then book
Fire started in the engine
Fuel dripping on my neck
I'm cooked
Im ghost
Glass in my eye
Did I die tonight?
Sit upright
Feel the medal rod in the bones in my thighs
Ring in the picture
Blink though I can't
Need to feel my body but can't find my other hand
Shirt is torn to pieces
Wonder how I look
If anybody finds me will they freak out and then book
Fire started in the engine
Fuel dripping on my neck
I'm cooked
I'm ghost
I'm ghosting
We're ghost
We're ghosting
Covered in pearly white linen
Thought I'd look cooler than this
Keep thinking I'm telling myself
We argued but you didn't listen
The lesson is all of this is honestly all of your fault
My situation is funny
You'd probably tell me right now that I'm looking for trouble
Even in this little bubble
You'd pop it and misuse the point of a needle
Couldn't get another lady
Couldn't find a way to stop debating
'Less we're talking M-M-A
What's the point of other people telling me I'm late?
Busy getting ice
Talking lemonade
Couldn't get more sketchy
Getting rich meaning getting blood on money
All I'm trying to say
Looking out for enemies
Above my virtue
Live another crazy day today
We are not cut out the same damn cloth
The moment I'm out 'twas diamond not rock
I'd shoot down a priest before tying the knot
But rethink my actions when watching the clock
My vocal cords needed to be severed
Couldn't stand to hear myself screaming here for hours
Check out the mirror and the cross isn't there
Guess he left me when I cursed him out for being here
Glass in my eye
Did I die tonight?
Sit upright
Feel the medal rod in the bones in my thighs
Ring in the picture
Blink though I can't
Need to feel my body but can't find my other hand
Shirt is torn to pieces
Wonder how I look
If anybody finds me will they freak out and then book
Fire started in the engine
Fuel dripping on my neck
I'm cooked
I'm ghost
We're ghosting
We're ghost
We're ghosting
I'm ghost
I got 2 cabbies exclusive, rolling my weed in the back of my car while I drive it
I go Beyonce, too many bees in this hive, if they looking, then slight of hand talent arises
I'm flying low, black, the balloons have been rising, and after you die I'll be writing reprises
Tattered my skin, cut all identifiers, do you recognize me?
Wallow alone, that's the baseline
Blood complies, white jeans, stained waistlines
I've seen homies flip over some pesos
I've seen homies get thrown to the Canines
But If you want the beef, I serve A5
But I'm ghost, so I'll do it broad daylight
After a run, buy saline
Fill these scars while I'm blessing, gesundheit
I got so much to lose, yet I'm sat here just pushing the limits
My head is inflatable, Michelin all of the dishes, antonio star is the witness
I'll keep abusing, the rhetoric, can't get addicted, but pills turning others to victims
You lost your grip with-a-star, and the time moving forward, returning to ghost has arose on the wishlist
Glass in my eye
Did I die tonight?
Sit upright
Feel the medal rod in the bones in my thighs
Ring in the picture
Blink though I can't
Need to feel my body but can't find my other hand
Shirt is torn to pieces
Wonder how I look
If anybody finds me will they freak out and then book
Fire started in the engine
Fuel dripping on my neck
I'm cooked
I'm ghost
We're ghosting
We're ghost
We're ghosting
I'm ghost
PUNK!
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Writer(s): Antonio Solares
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