[Lyric] Ghost (The Real Kid Cali)

This the mothering fucking thanks I get my mind on overload rolling up this gas hoping that I don’t explode phone silent I be in another zone on auto pilot floating until the pain is gone rolling up these gas while I think about my life it was you I tried to give yo ass a slice i don’t regret it damn my heart is aching damn you see the bullshit is piling I know you smell it huh my window is dirty I’m just trying clear i done made my mistake I ain’t trying hear it every time I question you you ain’t trying hear it is it you or is it me I’m just trying hear it sorry really don’t work no more and sex was never big to you so we don’t fuck no more that shit got me feeling strange am I sick oh no I’m just trying keep balance don’t slip I won’t cause a man stands ten toes down we don’t fold I gave you everything I could and plus more all you ever did was complain and play games well it’s game over baby I’m sorry I’m switching lanes ugh this my fucking year tho working on myself I ain’t fucking with you werido’s stacking up this bread so I can travel cross these states while you see me whipping foreign’s middle finger to ya face and I love it and you hate people show me love I swear I’m the great and I love it and you hate I’m just living life man it amazing

Crazy how the shit changed you went ghost on me I hear your voice I hear it all feel like a ghost round me

Feel like a ghost round me
Feel like a ghost round me

Damn you changed on me, ugh thought you was the one you playing games on me, damn why you switch some lanes you a lame homie oh you living with peps looking like you comfy baby look I ain’t never leave yo ass bitch I stayed down you man it’s funny how this shit turn back round I remember when parents didn’t like yo ass I pieces that shit back together but that is in the past, man it’s funny how the dice roll, watching as the nights go, let me roll up this smoke, floating on a cloud whoa, about to let this shit go, man I believed in you now I gotta let go, don’t you be calling my phone saying that you need me saying that you miss me saying that you want me understand I’m hungry heading to the money bitch my pockets getting so fat damn just call me chucky shit oh ya I’m styling on you niggas watch me wild out no Nick Cannon but wildin with this wild style I swear I got this shit solo and I’m on a roll let me roll another blunt and ima taste the smoke damn bad taste of you bitch can’t believe cupid shot me with the arrow left a nigga stupid now I’m back up on my feet hold on let me do this I’m magic on this Beats I swear I’m going stupid this my fucking year tho working on myself I ain’t fucking with you werido’s stacking up this bread so I can travel cross these states while you see me whipping foreign’s middle finger to ya face and I love it and you hate and the people show me love I’m greatest and I love it and you hate I’m just living life man it’s amazing

Crazy how the shit changed you went ghost on me I hear your voice I hear it all feel like a ghost round me

Feel like a ghost round me
Feel like a ghost round me