THE KID Lyrics

(AANH!)

(This take two

This take two)

(Ay, match my energy bruh)

(What, what, what)

(Yung ghosty yung ghosty yung ghosty

This is yung ghosty

Call me ghostboy tho)

(Yeah, aaah)

(I'm the kid)

(Ight the beat already dropped

I gotta go bro, shut the fuck up)

Homie I'm independent I don't really care what an executive think

Or what marketing bring

Of if i mention my kinks

I'm the danger double blink (Brap, brap)

In your Armor there's a chink

And I'm attacking that

But there's no point in that

You are an artifact

Yeah exactly that (Hurr, hurr)

Yeah exactly that what i think I'm not gonna say

Ain't taking no names cos they not important see (Yuh)

My vision everything, birdeye it's from the top (What)

Ghostboy is gonna fly you can stick or you drop (Okay)

Dropping these songs i am dropping these bombs

I am dropping these tapes (Huh)

Changing my city ain't changing my state

Ain't changing who i am you know I'm great

Greatness the whole world is now gonna see

That little kid from Varanasi

That little kid that's changing the scene

Fuck up the game and I am making my dreams come true (True, true)

True all my bars I'm not as free as you

Sentences i say are sentences i pay

But there's is no greater thing i see today

Tomorrow I am gonna be great, yesterday i was just dirt (Dirt, dirt)

(I was just)

Little wait, in sportscars I'll skrrt (Skrrrrrrrrrt)

(Skrt skrt skrt)

Little wait, in sportscars I'll skrrt

And in it a lady with the smallest skirt

That I've ever seen goddamn

Doing drugs just like sheen goddamn

Yeah this a great scene goddamn

And she let me film goddamn

My life a film I'm making movies

I don't rly stress homie, nah screw this

I didn't even rly wanna ever do this

Now I'm stuck in this vicious cycle

She won't let me go demons inside her

I'm a demon bitch i am ghost

You cannot haunt me i bring the frost

Iced out on all accords I'm going out I'm smashing scores

So sorry if I smash yours

I'm Driving so rash i can't be sure (Skrrrrrr)

Under the influence, felony waiting to happen

Drugs hold on me, can't break free, but this is creative license

An artist, a poet, and I'm sensitive about my shit

That means that every word I say gotta hit

Feel these trips

This that shit

This that kid

That's gon' make hits