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Ron Voyawge - Ghosted Lyrics



Ron Voyawge - Ghosted Lyrics




Maybe it's the fact that I rap (Rap)
Maybe I'm investin way too much, to make none of it back (Make it back)
Maybe I talked too much about what I would name my kids
Couldn't hear what I would choose, once she told me that she tied her tubes (Dammmmm)
Maybe it's her friend, maybe it's the end, always to like women lil more than men
Maybe it's phase, playin the spades, dialed me in to pass time in shades
Entertained by enterin her taint
Too long, she beginnin to paint
Wyd? seem too trivial
Typical trivial pause what you living fo
Maybes she's rush, maybe too tough
Guess cosplay, choking just wasn't enough (Nuff)
After the nuts, loosen cuffs, just for you to say be more rough
Hoes with the cheese, did for me, different needs, dick from me
They want the train, get from me
That ain't part of the game
Maybe it's the age, wage, she wanna rage
I can't stay out real late
Maybe it's the age, stage, ain't on same page
I can't say I can relate
Is a fate, or millennial trait, slantin dates
Reduce down to just mates
Guess it suffice, twice ducking why's
Huntin, she poachin her guys
She keep it movin, knewin, ex'stance provin
Stuck in my flaws and awe
Can't keep on losin, boosin, I need some soothin
Pass me the Tylenol
Float on when sheets start to fall (Fall)
Gettin off when she making me soft (Off)
Thru walls, she had creepily walked (Walk) missed call, now I need some resolve

Burned all my bread, now she toasted
Smoking souls out, til she roached it
Only saw the shots, that she posted
Drips from the ass, forgot to coast it

Gas up a chicken too fast, can leave you roasted
Now I'm feeling haunted because I think she ghosted

Burned all my bread, now she toasted
Smoking souls out, til she roached it
Only saw the shots, that she posted
Drips from the ass, forgot to coast it

Gas up a chicken too fast, can leave you roasted
Now I'm feeling haunted because I think she ghosted

Wellll you did everything just too you, you just too too righttt
Wellll my words coulda been a lil too cruel, too cool, just that night
Cooking a meal, emotionally starves you
Can't close deal, on man chu marvel
Wakanda a nigga are you
Can't figure out, wakanda nigga are you
Welll I wasn't ready to step up up up be they step daaaaaad
Wellll you gave one too too many too many red flags
War with the world, yet Still needing peace
Talks with my only girl, they never seem to cease
They never seen the seas, they never seen the seas
Salt in her tears forever seen the seas
Welll you was too too much of a fuh f*cking flake
Welll all my jokes always seem to be mm my mistake
Wise crack a gamble self esteem in shambles
Walkin on shells make me want to scramble (Get up and scramble) (Slower)
Make me want scramble make me want scram
Gift and a cursed, to not give a damn
Well (Take out pause) to me you were just way too Boushie (Way too boushie)
Well the way you look down on my friends would always lose me (Always lose me)
My circle rough round the edges so we ratchet, trying fix up this classic
(Fix up this classic) but There you askin where the 401K to match it? (Matchin)
We shoulda beeeen (Low) ennnnd this (End this)
Takin you off that frieeend list (Just friends)
Keepin pics on my waalllll, as proof that you walked thru them aallll (Walk thru them all)
We chillin casual, not even addressing who had the fault, now you to catchin on
How fast you are, how fast you are! Too scurd scurd, how fast you are!

Offered just sex, said she'd host it
Used to do dates, now we hoax it
Used to be friends, now we closest
Left in the dark, how I proached it
Loved watching me sleep when I didn't even notice
So why am I feeling haunted? When I'm the one that ghosted

Offered just sex, said she'd host it
Used to do dates, now we hoax it
Used to be friends, now we closest
Left in the dark, how I proached it
Loved watching me sleep when I didn't even notice
So why am I feeling haunted? When I'm the one that ghosted
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Maybe it's the fact that I rap (Rap)
Maybe I'm investin way too much, to make none of it back (Make it back)
Maybe I talked too much about what I would name my kids
Couldn't hear what I would choose, once she told me that she tied her tubes (Dammmmm)
Maybe it's her friend, maybe it's the end, always to like women lil more than men
Maybe it's phase, playin the spades, dialed me in to pass time in shades
Entertained by enterin her taint
Too long, she beginnin to paint
Wyd? seem too trivial
Typical trivial pause what you living fo
Maybes she's rush, maybe too tough
Guess cosplay, choking just wasn't enough (Nuff)
After the nuts, loosen cuffs, just for you to say be more rough
Hoes with the cheese, did for me, different needs, dick from me
They want the train, get from me
That ain't part of the game
Maybe it's the age, wage, she wanna rage
I can't stay out real late
Maybe it's the age, stage, ain't on same page
I can't say I can relate
Is a fate, or millennial trait, slantin dates
Reduce down to just mates
Guess it suffice, twice ducking why's
Huntin, she poachin her guys
She keep it movin, knewin, ex'stance provin
Stuck in my flaws and awe
Can't keep on losin, boosin, I need some soothin
Pass me the Tylenol
Float on when sheets start to fall (Fall)
Gettin off when she making me soft (Off)
Thru walls, she had creepily walked (Walk) missed call, now I need some resolve

Burned all my bread, now she toasted
Smoking souls out, til she roached it
Only saw the shots, that she posted
Drips from the ass, forgot to coast it

Gas up a chicken too fast, can leave you roasted
Now I'm feeling haunted because I think she ghosted

Burned all my bread, now she toasted
Smoking souls out, til she roached it
Only saw the shots, that she posted
Drips from the ass, forgot to coast it

Gas up a chicken too fast, can leave you roasted
Now I'm feeling haunted because I think she ghosted

Wellll you did everything just too you, you just too too righttt
Wellll my words coulda been a lil too cruel, too cool, just that night
Cooking a meal, emotionally starves you
Can't close deal, on man chu marvel
Wakanda a nigga are you
Can't figure out, wakanda nigga are you
Welll I wasn't ready to step up up up be they step daaaaaad
Wellll you gave one too too many too many red flags
War with the world, yet Still needing peace
Talks with my only girl, they never seem to cease
They never seen the seas, they never seen the seas
Salt in her tears forever seen the seas
Welll you was too too much of a fuh f*cking flake
Welll all my jokes always seem to be mm my mistake
Wise crack a gamble self esteem in shambles
Walkin on shells make me want to scramble (Get up and scramble) (Slower)
Make me want scramble make me want scram
Gift and a cursed, to not give a damn
Well (Take out pause) to me you were just way too Boushie (Way too boushie)
Well the way you look down on my friends would always lose me (Always lose me)
My circle rough round the edges so we ratchet, trying fix up this classic
(Fix up this classic) but There you askin where the 401K to match it? (Matchin)
We shoulda beeeen (Low) ennnnd this (End this)
Takin you off that frieeend list (Just friends)
Keepin pics on my waalllll, as proof that you walked thru them aallll (Walk thru them all)
We chillin casual, not even addressing who had the fault, now you to catchin on
How fast you are, how fast you are! Too scurd scurd, how fast you are!

Offered just sex, said she'd host it
Used to do dates, now we hoax it
Used to be friends, now we closest
Left in the dark, how I proached it
Loved watching me sleep when I didn't even notice
So why am I feeling haunted? When I'm the one that ghosted

Offered just sex, said she'd host it
Used to do dates, now we hoax it
Used to be friends, now we closest
Left in the dark, how I proached it
Loved watching me sleep when I didn't even notice
So why am I feeling haunted? When I'm the one that ghosted
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Writer: Ron Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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Performed By: Ron Voyawge
Length: 3:46
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