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GhostBoi - BOIGHOST lyrics

Artist: GhostBoi

album: BOIGHOST


Aye, aye, aye
I do not give a fuck about your boyfriend
Pull up in some fishnets, finna get your back bent
I do not fuck around with no wack shit,
Ghostboi, poltergeist, reppin' all black shit
Wraith on my chest, I'm woke
Cherry bomb got no control
Grin on my face from the pay stub
I see you sleep, better wake up
I do not give a fuck about your boyfriend
Pull up in some fishnets, finna get your back bent
I do not fuck around with no wack shit,
Ghostboi, poltergeist, reppin' all black shit,
Wraith on my chest, I'm woke
Cherry bomb got no control
Grin on my face from the pay stub
I see you sleep, better wake up
Lately I'm feelin' like everything happenin out of my sight don't exist
Lately I'm feelin' like I got a red laser on me but I know they miss
I can see through you like I'm lookin' in into my microwave chicken and rice
She think she ruin my life, money still comin', I'm doin' alright,
Fucker face in the walk-in closet
Walked into work with a spinal cord missin'
Baby, I don't do none of that nonsense
Say a lot of words but I'm not really listenin'
My brain on a plane that you cannot perceive
Woken by K2 laced up in my weed
Baby girl, I'm what you need
I'm in your mirror, believe what you see
I do not give a fuck about your boyfriend
Pull up in some fishnets, finna get your back bent
I do not fuck around with no wack shit
Ghostboi, poltergeist, reppin' all black shit
Wraith in my chest, I'm woke
Cherry bomb got no control,
Grin on my face from the pay stub
I see you sleep, better wake up
I do not give a fuck about your boyfriend
Pull up in some fishnets, finna get your back bent
I do not fuck around with no wack shit,
Ghostboi, poltergeist, reppin' all black shit,
Wraith on my chest, I'm woke
Cherry bomb got no control
Grin on my face from the pay stub
I see you sleep, better wake up
I feel like I'm goin' insane
I get serotonin from pain,
Maybe the pills are my friend and I just gotta push all the others away
Maybe I'll hop on a train
Move to the city and sleep in the station
I'm slippin' up under the rain
Must be cause I've been failed by the nation
None of my pain is my fault
Where is my platter and spoon when I need it
I'm savin' up cash in the vault
To pay for the bite of the hands I've been feedin'
I'ma get hard, look at my car, Look at the gold on my teeth
Yeah, this all my own, I'm not controlled, I just can't say what I please

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