Ghost ft. Ryan Clay Lyrics

Yeah, Lost feeling caged in

Been in the daze for some days, I've been in disarray

Bendin this block, I'm back on the road

Back at a show, still going through stages

Hugging the block for days, driving the distance on days

The city start to feel like a maze

My mind filling with rage, I see my pain on this pavement

Tears and blood stains filling these pages

Try recognizing myself, still see my soul in reflections

Room full of mirrors, when I get this reflective

See the vision in my mind, I'm going ghost til It's vivid

My thoughts start to wander to a higher place

Take me away from bad vibes where I'm free of the judgment

I see the hate in they eyes, I see they prey on demise

I was waking up to black, tryna find the light

Mix the purp with the spite, light the earth with the pipe

Drinking fading to black, til my heart went numb

Almost turned into a ghost, fucking round with pain pills

But once a scar heals, another one still

Coping with vices when I get to feeling low

Smoking good, riding solo, stuck in my mind

Fuck it, I'm going ghost

Lost feeling caged in

Going ghost from the scene, ghost til the day ends

DND, Im feelin lost in this place man

Going ghost, I'm breaking out of this cage, man

You know we gotta get through

Gotta get through

Gotta get through

Paid the price and rolled dice

Seen a lot of blessings but I'm still seeing strife

Watch my back cause niggas getting dropped like every night

On this walk, late at night, praying I don't lose my life

Only changed my demeanor, yeah I've been scheming

Been finessing, really I've been fiending

Spinning these corners, I've been leaning

Know it's no logic in love, but it's no love in the streets

It's getting colder to me, even in summers it's freezing

Reason I ride with this heat, still stuck on the road

Opening doors, looking for more

Catch a vibe by myself, while I'm riding alone

Go with the flow, try making it back miles from home

On DND, my nigga just leave me alone

I'm better alone, that's how I get in my zone

I'll run it up, by my lonely, they start acting phony

Back outside is all I know, these streets will tell my story

Didn't answer the phone, it was resentment in my tone

Was Roamin wrote this back when I was living out the Civic

Ghost probably kicked out the crib, with no place to crash at

Still plotting, hustling, finessing, like where the bag at

Ive been thinking how we make it through