Lyrics Ghost - Mogli the Iceburg, Oncue

Ghost

You said you don’t love me no more
I said, «Not this again, oh nah»
This will be the last time I’m sure
You and I will have this argument, oh nah
She scrapes me to my bones
She breaks things that were whole
But I ain’t down for givin' up now
If you wanted distance you’re in luck now
All these pieces that I’m pickin up now, oh
Quit with that nonsense, where was your conscience?
Where was your mind when you kept it all from me?
What about honesty?
I wanted all of you, but you had enough of me
You had a different scheme, you had a different move
Missing your company, cause I didn’t see it through
Didn’t love perfectly, I know I’m guilty too
That’s the reason that I find myself forgiving you
Ever since it happened I’ve been hidden in the stu
Only comin out to do a show with the crew
Girl, you should’ve known that I always stay on the move
Oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, yeah
Don’t believe in ghosts
I know you’re my ghost
I think you’re my ghost
Your my, my, my
Now I’m on my grind, my grind
I’m try and get this bread like, yeah
Tryna get my family fed out here
Rapp until my face is red out here
You gon' listen what I said out here
I don’t want you in my head ah yeah
I’m just tryin to speak the truth, I swear
Wastin' energy on you’s not fair
But in my heart you’re close
You’re still my, you’re still my ghost
You run around here so lost, you’re so lost, I swear
Wonderin what you lost, what you lost, it’s clear
You tryna push me away
Why you tryna push me away?
You’re so cold, you’re detached from here
Motives and motions by fear
Never wanna see me again
Nothin' else really makes sense, nothin' else, yeah
What we could have beenI think
'bout it every time, I drink
Hope this go down for you
Burnin' all your gold for you
Sick and tired of ups and downs
Writin' songs about you now
Empty-handed, what I’ve found
Fightin' in the hallway
This the wrong way, we’ve been blowin' up
Screamin' through the walls, neighbors know it’s us
I’ve been on the bud, not close enough to what you do
I’ve been barely holdin' up, its true, yeah
Aw yeah, but I’m blowin' on the road and killin' shows
And labels callin', I’m not fallin' what they spewin'
Ballin', Patrick Ewing that’s proof
Don’t believe in ghosts
I know you’re my ghost
I think you’re my ghost
Your my, my, my
Now I’m on my grind, my grind
I’m try and get this bread like, yeah
Tryin to get my family fed out here
Rap until my face is red out here
You gon listen what I said out here
I don’t want you in my head out here
I’m just tryin to speak the truth I swear
Wasting energy on you’s not fair
But in my heart you’re close
You’re still my, you’re still my ghost