Ghosts
Really don’t matter if they f with me
I just love to see friends coming up, but they ducking me.
Brought my own ladder, it’s hard to handle for most,
Getting support from this flow, tryna balance my highs and my lows.
Hittin’ a lick for the price of some blow,
Racking up got these lines for your nose.
Tryna get my neck, my wrist on froze,
Distanced myself and I hope that he grows.
Silence is bliss but it’s killing my soul,
They probably died like I’m Uzi
But I will never sell my soul.
Wish you was here, I need you by my side
Someone to vibe.
I used to go with the flow,
Now I got motion, I’m pouring out liquor
For those that went ghost I wouldn’t know.
Do they love me? I don’t know.
Cut me off, now get a piece.
Brought a ladder now I see
How they fold above their needs.
Hard to handle, pushing P,
Balancing highs and lows, floating off gravity.
Break ’em off like cavities, smile every time I breathe.
Tryna get my neck, my wrist on froze,
Distanced myself and I hope that he grows.
Silence is bliss but it’s killing my soul,
They probably died like I’m Uzi
But I will never sell my soul.
Wish you was here, I need you by my side
Someone to vibe.
I used to go with the flow,
Now I got motion, I’m pouring out liquor
For those that went ghost I wouldn’t know.
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