Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost , by - Dizzee Rascal. Release date: 25.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghost |
| Close, close, wanna get close on the coast |
| Ghost, ghost don't pose and I don't post |
| Close, close, wanna get close on the coast |
| Ghost, ghost |
| Pickin' me a winner |
| Picky hair an' I was a little bit thinner |
| 3310 with a customized ringer |
| I was tryna holla at Lavinia but she weren't ina |
| 'Cos I was a sinner, thought I was a minger |
| Never had a Bimmer |
| Rollin' through the ends on a stolen Aprillia |
| Waiting for the Dominos guy to deliver for a free dinner |
| Thought I knew it all I was just a beginner, never was a singer |
| I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner |
| Wagwan killer, yeah, that's my nigga |
| Talk about race but its just way bigger |
| I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter |
| Done with the jibba, cry me a river |
| Say it to my face or say it to my trigger |
| You go figure, or reconsider, Indian giver |
| Lookin' for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla |
| And she can bring a Indian with her |
| I just want a bosom for a pillow |
| An' I got a little bit o' skrilla |
| We can get a boat and we can get a villa |
| Or we can be on South Beach real nigga liver |
| All killer, no filler |
| I don't wanna brag or boast |
| I don't cater and I don't host |
| When they ask what I do I say I do the most |
| Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed |
| Don't pose and I do not post |
| And that's why these girls wanna try play me |
| Close, close, wanna get close on the coast |
| Ghost, ghost don't pose and I don't post |
| Close, close, wanna get close on the coast |
| Ghost, ghost |
| Ah, ghost |
| And I'm not talkin' about power |
| I was in HMP and I couldn't stop daydreaming about sweet and sour |
| I told them when I hit road this time, it's gonna rain and shower |
| I paint pictures with words like Vincent Van Gogh |
| When he painted the sunflower |
| Back when Dizzee made dreams, it was our age tryna make dreams come true |
| And in them things it would channel you |
| And I would roll deep with a pack of yutes |
| Weed and Rizla, pillar zoot |
| Drank cray like sizzla', that's the roots |
| Back then, man wore bubble coats into school and Timberland boots |
| Talkin' about back when man had the cowboy ting |
| And the middle bit would spin |
| And if you made it bang near anything metal |
| All you would hear was ping, ping |
| Ghost, made man look like nearly headless Nick |
| This one's gonna get messy like Lionel |
| Three way lops, that's a hat-trick |
| How are you a bad boy with no weapons |
| That's like Harry Potter with no broomstick |
| How are you a trap star with a knife |
| But then can forget there's 36 in a brick |
| Please don't glamorize jail like being on the wing makes you the Kidd |
| Ghost, that means in the background with a million quid |
| Close, close, wanna get close on the coast |
| Ghost, ghost don't pose and I don't post |
| Close, close, wanna get close on the coast |
| Ghost, ghost |