blackovisculture and Sub Urban - Ghost
[SUBURBAN]
I whip ghost
Like a zipliner
I slip nose
Like a prizefighter
I trip
Left low, right up
Flip dark side up
Let’s go, light up
Hey man, who me?
Piss it, pass it
Drop it, cash it
Roll it, no stash
No stash, no stash
Whip ghost
Do you find it hard to breathe? (breath taken away from me)
Your body starts to seize (muscles starting to ache again)
Cut out these holes to see (style cuts like a razor blade)
This cardboard home can’t free you
Eenie meenie miney no money
Mo’ reasons to throw it like it’s overflowing my pockets so runny
Catching water, sieve hands
Turn it into wine, gamble like it’s rummy
Think my mind gone funny, when it’s sunny I’m Blade
Motherfuckers be trying to skate on solar panel ice
Columbian truckers driving crates of Cola through the heights
North, south, more than a couple polars can bear
Yeah, liquor ‘til I’m not wearing awareness, mon cher, mon cher
I whip ghost
Like a zipliner
I slip nose
Like a prizefighter
I trip
Left low, right up
Flip dark side up
Let’s go, light up
Hey man, who me?
Piss it, pass it
Drop it, cash it
Roll it, no stash
No stash, no stash
Whip ghost
Separate earth from feet (becoming part of the cosmic dust)
Suspended, space feels deep (when the line breaks, who are you going to trust?)
An astronaut seems free (floating away from me)
Float and decay will be his fate
[BLACKOVISCULTURE]
Look into my eyes (look into my eyes)
The truth is grey, it’s never a straight line (never a straight line)
Justify these lies to the rest of the world
Deny ‘til you die, rest in pieces (rest in peace)
Edge of a knife, fucked up
How low can I go ‘til my body says stop?
But these days blur into one another
I keep avoiding mirrors
I keep it on the edge, ‘cause this is how I’m living
[SUBURBAN]
I whip ghost
Like a zipliner
I slip nose
Like a prizefighter
I trip
Left low, right up
Flip dark side up
Let’s go, light up
Hey man, who me?
Piss it, pass it
Drop it, cash it
Roll it, no stash
No stash, no stash
Whip ghost
Uhh, I keep it deadass like Nicki
I spit it punk like I’m GG
Mental asylum they seeking
They built me just to defeat me
If it’s a home that you needing
I will not Howard my people
I raise us up like Rafiki
And make you stank face Rikishi, uhh
‘Cause I got a bitty story to tell
About the boy that was born in the black
On a base made to break and abandoned back to back to back to back to back to back...
Red writing on the walls in his ‘hood
He hides inside the walls of his hood
On his face, the darkness, relax, relax
Not of age, he’s homeless, he scraps and scraps
The wolf’s rage is lonely, attack, attack
‘Til it backtracks and straps a latch to the rack
Sudden death was the plan
But a motherfucker be like Jean-Claude god damn (god damn)
Every hope for a family would just end in Vanity
And born again for the sanity
No God though
I ain’t never believed, but if I did he would leave
And yeah I keep my receipts, and if the world at my feet?
You was never in the back seat, look beneath, scream motherfucker imma find you underneath
I’ll pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower
So I can fuck the fakes, ‘cause I don’t believe in clout
And imma chuck the brakes, ‘cause I’m never slowing down
Don’t you ever make a face when you take it to the mouth
I ain’t never catch a break, I ain’t never on the take
I ain’t never been a fake, if you leave I’ll use a rake
Take a shot upside the face, patch it over start again
Quick the memory to fade, what’s your motherfucking name?
I ain’t tryna blow away, you ain’t tryna cop a fade
I‘m just tryna find a way to speak my motherfucking name
But this liquor gone to brain, yeah this liquor gone to waste
Smack the lips up off this taste, what’s my motherfucking name?
Written by:
Amandah Wilkinson, Ashley McConnell, Taylor Henderson, Timothy Commandeur
Publisher:
Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Universal Music Publishing Group
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