Songtexte Ghost - T. Shan

Ay
Yeah

I ain't talk my shit in a while
Made some money off the music, homie, isn't it wild?
Playing shows, and we drawing up like 50 a crowd
It ain't much but exponential growth, a million tomorrow
Still I ain't doing enough
The best music of my life, man I'm queuing it up
That's what they all say right
How my name mean "as free as the sky" but feeling my vibe is all late night
Tell me my sound ain't really all they like
Speaking back to my people in my mother tongue
We got estranged when I had come here young
Now make sure that you're getting all 4 motherfucking tones
Mā má mǎ my flow is unopposed
I got enough money to not have to regret things, but I still do
Paths I should've walked down with my blessings in my rearview
Addictions to women who don't deserve it
She blocked me so she couldn't stalk me, that's false worship
Facetimed with you
Always on different coasts, but somehow I always get the same vibe with you
You hung up, all I saw was my smiling face in the reflection, I think that that's a message

When you're walking down 5th Ave
Ay I'll be your ghost, ay I'll be your ghost
When you're driving down Sepulveda
Ay I'll be your ghost, ay I'll be your ghost
When you see how I'm holding up
Ay I'll be your phantom, when you feel abandoned
'Cause you've been mine, girl, don't you know

We laughed the whole night, got to the subway, she said she wasn't ready
Just had a breakup, men are trash, y'all dudes keep fucking with me
Dated girls who swore by Rupi Kaur, and ones who hated her
Girls who might've been the one, and ones I shouldn't have waited for
I still don't know my type
Want you confident, but this world ain't treat women kind
But I ain't on the earth to prop nobody up
Or have to state the obvious, or lie to you
Or say half-truths with a whispered caveat
Light-skin girl look like Rachel Dolezal
Can we skip into the future, tired of this prologue
You shouldn't be grabbing my hand
I learn nothing from my follies, let them happen again
Thirst-trapping myself
Self-destructive habits endowed like how it's always me ratting me out
He asked me if I'd choose to fuck her or just know what she's thinking
Well I'd fuck her, close second is getting in her cerebrum
Matched with the whole damn city, still no glass slippers
White girl talking to me 'bout some bad dim sum
My dad met my mama at the bank I want that organic
Then again look at their marriage, they ain't got the answers, dammit
We had tension since back when you actually had a man
Now it's over, don't know if I should be adamant
We've been playing this game for how long has it been?
He had the right suspicions girl, I had bad intent
When you're walking down 5th Ave
Ay I'll be your ghost, ay I'll be your ghost
When you're driving down Sepulveda
Ay I'll be your ghost, ay I'll be your ghost
When you see how I'm holding up
Ay I'll be your phantom, when you feel abandoned
'Cause you've been mine, girl, don't you know