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Ghost Video (MV)




Performed By: Wiill
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Will Field




Wiill - Ghost Lyrics




The suns out but I don't feel it
And I know but I won't admit it
What I know is hard to diminish
What I am is hard to mimic

Cracked bottles, yeah she left me out to dry
I've been drinking and I don't think I should drive
But you call me up and I can't say goodbye
So tonight I'm hopping in the whip, and

Now I'm Swerving on the road
Ain't nowhere to go
Red and blue lights start flashing
Now I start to thinking bout what's happening
F*ck that shit I'm going ghost

So grimy
So slimy, getting loud in it
We are not the ones that your parents like, and I'm proud of it
Not cut from the same cloth
Lifestyle made a new boss
Lost friends is a new loss
But, I'm getting acquainted and they're not

We might've cracked a couple bottles but it wasn't on us
And I know what you gonna tell me but I swear it's all love
I only go psycho when the moon is out nicely
I'm too hard to mimic why these people don't like me
I walked out the club and my homies acting dicey
Now she complaining bout how she wanna do ivory
She said she from New York City and a Pisces
And she don't normally hang with us cause we're grimy

I'm not in the business of talking about my moves
I'm not in the industry of doing shit to lose
Everybody telling me rap ain't about the music
Everybody telling me advice ain't ever do shit
Keep it to yourself before you just become a nuisance
I walked in today my brothers bleeding and using
What else can I lose
After 21 years now I'm immune

5th ave, one bag
Got a homie on the line with two lads
If you running in you better move fast
And my homies pretty down bad bad
If I make it big I'mma turn back
Give him heaven or a new Jag
Homie lives through Hell just to make sure that I don't ever do that

We might've cracked a couple bottles but it wasn't on us
And I know what you gonna tell me but I swear it's all love
I only go psycho when the moon is out nicely
I'm too hard to mimic why these people don't like me
I walked out the club and my homies acting dicey
Now she complaining bout how she wanna do ivory
She said she from New York City and a Pisces
And she don't normally hang with us cause we're grimy
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English

The suns out but I don't feel it
And I know but I won't admit it
What I know is hard to diminish
What I am is hard to mimic

Cracked bottles, yeah she left me out to dry
I've been drinking and I don't think I should drive
But you call me up and I can't say goodbye
So tonight I'm hopping in the whip, and

Now I'm Swerving on the road
Ain't nowhere to go
Red and blue lights start flashing
Now I start to thinking bout what's happening
F*ck that shit I'm going ghost

So grimy
So slimy, getting loud in it
We are not the ones that your parents like, and I'm proud of it
Not cut from the same cloth
Lifestyle made a new boss
Lost friends is a new loss
But, I'm getting acquainted and they're not

We might've cracked a couple bottles but it wasn't on us
And I know what you gonna tell me but I swear it's all love
I only go psycho when the moon is out nicely
I'm too hard to mimic why these people don't like me
I walked out the club and my homies acting dicey
Now she complaining bout how she wanna do ivory
She said she from New York City and a Pisces
And she don't normally hang with us cause we're grimy

I'm not in the business of talking about my moves
I'm not in the industry of doing shit to lose
Everybody telling me rap ain't about the music
Everybody telling me advice ain't ever do shit
Keep it to yourself before you just become a nuisance
I walked in today my brothers bleeding and using
What else can I lose
After 21 years now I'm immune

5th ave, one bag
Got a homie on the line with two lads
If you running in you better move fast
And my homies pretty down bad bad
If I make it big I'mma turn back
Give him heaven or a new Jag
Homie lives through Hell just to make sure that I don't ever do that

We might've cracked a couple bottles but it wasn't on us
And I know what you gonna tell me but I swear it's all love
I only go psycho when the moon is out nicely
I'm too hard to mimic why these people don't like me
I walked out the club and my homies acting dicey
Now she complaining bout how she wanna do ivory
She said she from New York City and a Pisces
And she don't normally hang with us cause we're grimy
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Writer: Will Field
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