GOING GHOST! Lyrics

Speaking the God's tongue

She just wan' vibe to this shit

I'm trippin' off violence and shit

And you soundin' excited and shit?

I can't stay silent for shit

Caught in a spiderweb

I got that new body lens

That was that old body tints

I got that new name, I got that new face, I feel great

I got some food sitting all on my plate

We didn't know what we know yesterday

Not the brightest, I ain't no Notre Dame

But I got a hobby that I'm gon' innovate

I built my house sittin' calm by a lake just for you to tear it down, I know that you hate

We ain't workin' no minimum wage

How the fuck you hatin', if you ain't getting paid?

Why you tell me "Don't shine", but you up in the shade?

How the fuck you hatin', when you ain't on the stage?

They gon' hate, til' we die, that's some bullshit

You got origami skin, the way you folded

"We invincible to pain", I done told them

Yeah, yeah (Hold on)

Pinball, been thrown on walls, I'm still holding

Withdrawals enthralled, still fog up my throat slits

Never trippin, never kidding, man I'm only flipping out if I let it

Oh, you thinking that I turned zealot?

Why the fuck you tryna play a Reverend?

Never fuckin' with you no more

There ain't nothing pretty 'bout growing up, yet you still stayed immature

If I only had one chance to make a difference, I'd say "Sure"

Mother Nature gave me the cure

You a fake saint with your bluff prays, so I ain't seein' you for Sunday

I had one dream I woke up in Miami

Took a couple meds to the face to feel happy

I had one dream I woke up and never felt the same

One summer changed my life, a good change

We got new names, fuck that old "Indigo"

I'm movin' my way, that's the only way I know

I rose to the tippity-top of that totem pole

I swung down the rope, so the family makes it home, yeah

I'm going ghost, I'm going ghost, people be doin' the most (Uh)

All of these people that thinkin' they know me, but they do not know (Uh, huh)

I got that new name, rockin' that new face

I don't need new fame, I'm already happy with all the friends that I have

I'm grateful for all the friends that I made

I got that pack and I did it again

I got the bag, fuck goin' back, we got the riggity-racks (Uh)

I had that old body skin

I feel old, now I'm split

Knock you back, not going back, where we at? (Huh)

I done passed out, and woke up in France

I got the bag, then did it again

Moonwalking over the damn ocean

Savor yourself for the moment

I had that old body skin

I feel old, now I've split

I feel new, I feel great

I'm reborn, and yet the same

Speaking the God's tongue

She just gon' vibe to this shit

I'm trippin' off violence and shit

And you soundin' excited and shit?

So you staying silent and shit?

You came up uninvited and shit?

Ain't feelin' myself, not really myself, I'm putting my mind over this

I don't put ice on the wrist just so I can get attention

I also have some sensitive skin, not to mention, um

Put yourself over yourself, that's that self love

That nightlife means nothing

I'd rather sit by the campfire, tell some funny stories, maybe break a couple bones

Ran away from shelter in search of making it home

I found home in myself and I held on as long I could

Had a rough year, so I'm just waiting for some good news

Now look back on it, relax homie, BMX with the tracks on it

Go fast, hundred miles, ain't no going back, homie

We made it finally, but don't trip on your tracks, homie

Go Rockstar like Uzi, man I hope it's understood

Never make music for money, only make if you're good

Might be wrong up in the head, and yet I'm still feeling good

Go Rockstar like Uzi, man, we could be star players

We got the concert, but it ain't startin', less we all there

"Egotistic Maniac", man, I don't even mind being that

They say money can buy happiness, but it also buys you crack (Woah)

Put yourself over yourself, that's that self love

Said I took an L, well, look what them Ls done

I got the bag then did it again, but you know the shit that I been through

Man, I was banging my head on a grate, put my hand on a pencil (Yeah)

Slamming my hand on a pencil, just to feel pain now

Putting my hand on a stovetop, we cookin' eggs now (Yeah)

And all the damage been done is in the past, yeah (Tsk)

I'm gon' spin that movement, we don't spin no glass, yeah (Tsk)

I go bulletproof, we don't fuck with mags, yeah

I had that old body skin, we was young, now we split

I got the pack, then did it again

I passed it to Alex, he passed it to Sam

Hit up Vijay, said we makin' a band

He brought the drums, go bam-bam-bam

We had that old body skin

We was young, now we split

History is being made

Finna do this all in like one take

I was young, now I just wanna rage

How you bringing me down when I'm up on the stage?

And I know that you still coming down to my show

I see your girl, why she in the front row?

I think she came just to see us perform

I ain't Notre Dame, I just wanna perform

Ain't even famous, yet on your playlist,

I make 'em wait just to get on the waitlist

Yeah, she jus' wan' vibe to this shit

Killing me, man

Hit it

It's ugly outside, but does anyone really care?

Hide in the skies, in the blues, where it's pretty there

Do you want to make amends, or can we still play pretend?

Do you want to take revenge, or can we simply play pretend

Crying when it goes non-stop