Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost, artist - CryJaxx.
Date of issue: 14.05.2019
Song language: English
Ghost |
Can’t afford to sleep, yeah I know |
I been rolling dope, pray this blunt is gonna put me in the zone |
Oh, motherfuckers weak, yeah I know |
Moving on my own cause I know they probably plotting on the low |
Aye shit been getting deep, yeah I know |
Losing all control, life’s a bitch, got me up against the ropes |
I ain’t ever finding peace, yeah I know |
Best that I can do is spread around a couple million fore I go |
Fuck the memories, I’m tryna make a hundred thousand |
Don’t have enemies, they dead to me, don’t wonder bout them |
Don’t wanna make it to the top, it’s too fucking crowded |
With snakes, roaches and vultures and undercover prowling |
Tryna take my all, break my balls |
Crack me under pressure and debate my flaws |
Like we the same at all, don’t need the prying judging eyes |
I’m anxious, on the move, so I’m probably hard to find |
Cause I wanna see it all today, don’t wanna wait |
If you ain’t making money then fuck all you got to say |
I’ma make a million fore I take a holiday |
Cause you ain’t got the bread to keep it they gon take it all away |
I’m probably paranoid but shit it probably keep me safe |
I’ll probably take the blade so that I got it just in case |
I admit I want a lot, I’ll never change, aye |
I’ma get the Benz and then the Range, aye |
So, what I’m tryna do? |
I’m tryna make a million while I’m off a blunt or two |
Slap the devil cross the face, bitch I had enough of you |
Had me thinking I would fail but now I’m onto something new |
I don’t crack a smile if I ain’t off of one at least |
Past couple weeks spent a couple hundred on the weed |
That I’m puffing just for peace, fuck it nothing come for free |
I feel it’s only minutes till I’m jumping off the deep |
I heard the riches come with a disease, I’m aware |
But I ain’t the type to listen, gotta see it, I don’t care |
It’s something evil lurking, I can feel it in the air |
I’ll be pulling back the curtain if ever make it there |
Yeah, bitch I’m out of hope, out of smoke, out of time |
Motherfuck the world, and if it kill me, don’t revive |
Love for all my brothers, yeah they told me I’ma rise |
Gotta get it, if I don’t they told a lie, aye |