| You never really see me out
|
| Imma just go
|
| You never really see me out (unless you see me out)
|
| I be on the road
|
| Or I be in the crib
|
| When I’m not on the road I’m workin on my penmanship
|
| N my relationship
|
| I put in hard work
|
| You cannot fake the shit, you never really see me out
|
| Ghost…
|
| Ghost…
|
| Ghost…
|
| You never see me
|
| I dig my personal space
|
| Put the flower in the paper, put the earth to my face
|
| With my lady n we laid out for the girth of the day
|
| It’s worth it to say, I do this for a whole different purpose
|
| It’s kinda high-key I’m low-key
|
| But to clarify I really just be more focused on me
|
| You can verify these claims with anybody that know me
|
| Singin' myy words nigga, i don’t do karaoke
|
| N define worth to me 'cause I want win the trophy
|
| I been watchin' it closely
|
| All that glitter just garnish n I’m more partial to parsley
|
| N all the medals will tarnish
|
| You played your hardest and they ate your heart out
|
| I beg your pardon, I’m more Harden
|
| I can’t ride a bench about it even if they claim I’m pissed about it
|
| Knew I had the eagle eye, couldn’t remain pigeon 'bout it
|
| Speakin' 'bout it even when — especially when my pigment doubted
|
| They couldn’t fuck with the vision, n now you see me in vintage frames
|
| Percentage rose when the interest came
|
| All the hate just fanned a bigger flame
|
| I’m simply sayin', when I’m sane I go Super Saiyan
|
| I supersede all them niggas that go with the grain
|
| That’s why you never see me in that lane
|
| Yeah
|
| You never really see me out (unless you see me out)
|
| I be on the road
|
| Or I be in the crib
|
| When I’m not on the road I’m workin on my penmanship
|
| N my relationship
|
| I put in hard work
|
| You cannot fake the shit, you never really see me out
|
| Ghost…
|
| Ghost…
|
| Ghost…
|
| You never see me
|
| Back on my bullshit, you know I’m preachin', don’t need a pulpit
|
| Who be a culprit if we really talkin' stealin' flows?
|
| I hate the fake, n my heart would break on a serial
|
| Basis, but the real do my shit just like Cheerios
|
| Hearin' more voices that try to influence choices I make
|
| I’m out my shell but all I see is oysters
|
| Phony kickin' it, they just imposters
|
| Fish out of water, no I need that moisture
|
| «He don’t react to the heat like pasta
|
| Too much backbone, check his posture
|
| He dance with wolves, young Kevin Costner
|
| And canoes through this water world»
|
| With the logic of a Spock, if I retreat, I’m simply trynna prosper
|
| What do diamonds do under pressure?
|
| I feel the weight of landin' helicopters
|
| Just to get up here n find out they read teleprompters
|
| Fuck is conscious if you woke but you still in the bed?
|
| A lot of y’all realities is only in your head
|
| Then you bring that shit to me n you expect agreeance
|
| I’m disagreeing with your take on all this shit instead
|
| Now don’t be trynna do the most
|
| So I digress, I take it down, I fade to black, I get ghost…
|
| You never really see me out (unless you see me out)
|
| I be on the road
|
| Or I be in the crib
|
| When I’m not on the road I’m workin on my penmanship
|
| N my relationship
|
| I put in hard work
|
| You cannot fake the shit, you never really see me out
|
| Ghost…
|
| Ghost…
|
| Ghost…
|
| You never see me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost , by - Mick Jenkins. Song from the album Pieces of a Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп