Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm A Ghost, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song Walking Under Stars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hilltop Hoods
Song language: English
I'm A Ghost |
Two sheets to the wind in a taxi |
Two feet to the wind in the backseat (Two feet) |
Two beeps to the car in front of us |
Or one of us ending up wrapped round the chassis (These rhymes) |
Thinking ‘bout these rhymes, and what they gave me |
Sounds out this world, but a microphone and (Microphone) |
Two turntables saved me |
Took me round the world and bought me a home and (They know) |
I’ve seen all these other crew’s bank too (I see you) |
Not knowing all the ways people helped ‘em |
Might not ever get a damn thank you |
But they’re sure ‘nough gonna get a you’re welcome (You're welcome) |
Matter fact, I ain’t leaving (No) |
I was here first and I don’t believe 'em (No) |
I was here bursting, listening to Primo and Chino and Thirstin |
And missing out on being there for people in person (I'm sorry) |
'Cause we don’t sleep when we’re working |
We don’t bleed when we’re hurting () |
We wear our heart on our sleeve and I’m certain (Come on) |
That we’ll feel the burden till we call it curtains, you feel me? |
Do you feel me? |
This that |
Light inside the core that can blind with its force |
It’s the writing on the wall; |
light it up on the porch |
It’s 1994, five mic’s in The Source |
It’s a mighty; |
mighty roar from the crowd and of course, it’s |
This |
Do you feel me? |
Went from going through quotes in the liners |
To being known from the shows on the fliers |
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room |
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider |
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters |
And the day those lights don’t inspire us |
You’ll see me walking out |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
Two sheets on a surface of water |
Loose-leaf writing worthless and torn up |
If I could do these words justice |
You’d see how much it’s worth that I fought for |
Every kid that never got one mention |
Every little bit of love or affection |
I’m done with pretending the sun is descending |
And all good things must come to an ending |
'Cause I swore to the day this is |
Nothing more than a flawed entertainment biz |
And if I walk away with nothing well let me tell you something |
That’s fucking more than I came here with |
Feel me? |
(I'm gone) |
Do you feel me? |
(I'm gone) |
And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful |
For my life for my friends and for the faithful |
It’s been a ride but there’s been a few times |
That I’d thought I’d lose sight when the effort was so painful |
But rap gave me such inspired dreams |
In fact maybe touched my life when things |
Got a little crazy and nobody would pay me |
The ends that plainly justified the means |
At last I can see we’ve all been blind |
It’s hard to believe that all this time |
That I wore my heart on my sleeve for this art and the scene |
Gonna be hard when I leave that all behind |
You feel me? |
Do you feel me? |
Went from going through quotes in the liners |
To being known from the shows on the fliers |
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room |
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider |
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters |
And the day those lights don’t inspire us |
You’ll see me walking out |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
Went from going through quotes in the liners |
To being known from the shows on the fliers |
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room |
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider |
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters |
And the day those lights don’t inspire us |
You’ll see me walking out |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
Though when it’s done night is on us all |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
Nowhere to run, writings on the wall |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
So when it come, rise before we fall |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
Broken and done dying on us all |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
Nowhere to run, writings on the wall |
I’m a ghost, I’m gone |
So when it comes, rise, rise, before we fall |
Went from going through quotes in the liners |
To being known from the shows on the fliers |
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room |
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider |
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters |
And the day those lights don’t inspire us |
You’ll see me walking out |
I’m a ghost |