Ghosting ft. Gauge Lyrics

Don't call me

I ain't got the time to answer

I got moves to make and shots to take

Cause I'm not staying here

Yeah no sense in asking if you're with me

Just stay out my way while I stuff my pockets filthy

It's some racks to make some backs to break

Some cash to bank yeah

Blisters on my fingers

And these crumbled up papers

Yeah out the way I'm just coasting

Laying low I'm ghosting

If life was a deck of cards I wouldn't be short

My deck had four aces replaced with jokers of course

It's racist in cities lately that I don't resort

I'm talking Canton and Holly and I guess even Dearborn

Stay to myself I be indoors

Clock in then I go home

Close door cut some beats on

Which one of these putting me on

Don't call me

I ain't got the time to answer

I got moves to make and shots to take

Cause I'm not staying here

Yeah no sense in asking if you're with me

Just stay out my way while I stuff my pockets filthy

It's some racks to make some backs to break

Some cash to bank yeah

Blisters on my fingers

And these crumbled up papers

Yeah out the way I'm just coasting

Laying low I'm ghosting

Confidence low

Ponder where I will go

A fixation on dreams

It sounds like a new scheme

I fade to black in my sleep

I feel the blaze on feet

It keep me charged I'm racing hard

I see the stars in my reach

That's the start of the show

I got scars of my own

Plenty flaws in this stone

Chink in armor achilles' heel could never bend to no will

Stand still and paranoia fills my mind but I'm thrilled

I feel my flesh I am real

Iron will

I don't feel the need to tackle my own

No carry on the journey long

Walk through flames in this bitch

The weight of worlds an abyss

And iron fist and ghosting

Go through the motions

I been stuck in a stasis