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Fecha de emisión: 13.05.2020
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Rick Moranis |
I just be Ghosting |
Got me moving slow motion |
I just be ghosting |
Cuz my life outta focus |
Walk it like you talk but you talking when i’m not around |
I walk it like i talk it im’a dip that’s when I walk it out |
When you high and lonely is the only time you call me now |
Fucked around and turned my damn phone into a haunted house |
Thought we were riding on autopilot |
Thought she was ride or die till we got low mileage |
So exposed open doors she gone' ghost ride it |
And all my future love songs she gone ghost write em' |
Yea, she was a ghost in the wind |
She had rear view eyes and rose tinted skin |
There was no synonym for her cold innocence |
See she never pick it up but still she phoning it in |
Congratulations bitch I’m ghost Malone |
I thought that i was over it, instead i am on overload |
Crying me a river i’m just hoping i don’t overflow |
She’s form of opiates I’m hoping i don’t overdose |
Got me saying petty shit to make sure that i don’t explode |
Like damn you ain’t a model you in portrait mode |
If i got ghosted in the woods alone would no-one knows |
Falling through the cracks because i couldn’t crack her moral code |
Ay, why you been ghostin? |
Probably bit a self care and a bit a self loathing |
Thought i was a friendly ghost but i’m casper the friendzoning |
I passed in a headstone resurrected and kept floating |
I’m sorry that i ain’t been hitting u back |
I was too busy not hitting you back |
Finishing laps re-living the pattern and killing it so i don’t live in the past |
I guess i disappear when i’m feeling attached |
Cuz i been going thru my own shit |
Commitment issues, living single, feeling kinda hoe-ish |
Feeling like keanue reeves neyo i been focused |
Nah I’m feeling like R&B neyo i been so sick |
Of love songs |
Got me thinking like what’s wrong with me? |
I wanna take a buzz saw like fuck off and cut off the people who won’t trust |
fall for me |
Why you go†ta ghost on em? |
Up and rise tucked my pride i had to go for it |
Woke up on a slab with some cold organs |
Now i’m writing this song from my own coffin |
Why I had to ghost on em? |
Rode off in the night like I was the four horseman |
Stoned and alone in my own orbit |
Now I’m writing this hook post-mortem |