Ghost of Me

You can be the ghost of me
And I of you
You can, compromise, roll yo eyes
With attitude
You have it baby whachu want
Cuz I approve
And you’re too kind to my face, yeah

You can be the ghost of me
And I of you
You can, compromise, roll yo eyes
With attitude
You have it baby whachu want
Cuz I approve
And you’re too kind to my face, yeah

Nah nothings the same
If your reading this now it’s a little too late been Feeling like drake
Now I feel no ways Cus Some of em bait
I’m paving a way (pause)
Grind every day
Level up or you fade
Heading Upstate
Put my ps in the gravе cuh these man are all fakе

Feeling estranged
N it ain’t the first
Feeling ashamed
I Question my worth
Playing these games

She having me served
Says I’m to blame
What you prefer

Switching up lanes
Getting me hurt
Feeling my pain
Left in the dirt
Screaming my name
Left on the curb

Get out my way
Ima just swerve

Tryna do more this time

I’ve hit the ground I’ve crossed that line
Only one thing on my mind
Changing the path for the better
The colder the weather I’ll walk through whatever I’m leaving behind

I give you a globe if you give me the world I can up it in size if you wanna be mine

If I stay on my toes can I catch my desires

Enemies close my hearts on a wire
I don’t know how I keep quiet with these thoughts
Paranoia
If I’ve not got the p for the promo
How in the **** am I finna go global

My house ain’t a home no
She blew it all up when she left n walked off with a slow mo

You can be the ghost of me
And I of you
You can, compromise, roll yo eyes
With attitude
You have it baby whachu want
Cuz I approve
And you’re too kind to my face, yeah

Man I’m upset
Fucking it up
Every chance that I get
Life is a test
Do it again
But they call me obsessed

Trynna express
The deepest of feelings
I’m doing my best
Put me to rest
Head in the clouds
Man I’m already blessed

Now everything different
Called my boys n they calling me distant
Ain’t Dissing
Find your way n hope they listen
Man listen
Spitting that heat like man’s in the kitchen

Doing my ting like man’s on a mission
Running it up no competition

You can be the ghost of me
And I of you
You can, compromise, roll yo eyes
With attitude
You have it baby whachu want
Cuz I approve
And you’re too kind to my face, yeah