Lyrics Ghost (feat. Austin Sexton) - Justin Starling
Been
on
10
From
the
time
I
walked
in
No
he
really
don′t
want
it
If
a
nigga
don't
spend
Gotta
make
ends
And
I
gotta
pay
rent
If
you
tryna
link
up
Then
it
gotta
make
sense
Coming
out
the
block
with
the
19 on
it
X
on
the
line
but
I
won′t
sign
on
it
Won't
lie
with
the
right
price
Then
I
might
bite
Got
em
hype
like
it's
fight
night
And
I′m
mike
Ty
Son
Give
me
that
cake
no
icing
Dash
to
the
money
right
quick
no
hyphen
Hate
but
they
wanna
be
like
it
Tell
em
don′t
and
they
still
do
it
like
Bryson
Lifestyle
seem
enticing
Till
your
money
down
and
you
gotta
throw
dice
in
Living
so
fast
time
priceless
25
going
through
a
midlife
crisis
Alright
then
Flights
from
the
east
to
the
west
And
the
west
to
the
east
If
they
still
sleeping
on
me
Then
they
resting
in
peace
Every
time
I
eat
beats
Let
it
stay
on
repeat
Weather
getting
cold
time
to
give
the
street
heat
Gotta
get
the
block
hot
Why
you
tryna
block
me
Uptown
girl
go
and
get
her
chopped
cheese
Then
we
go
and
knock
knees
Someone
hating
not
me
Ou
damn
Flow
so
wavy
Spit
straight
gas
make
the
ozone
hate
me
Uh
Got
a
lil
fomo
baby
When
I
do
I
show
and
you
don't
show
baby
Uh
yeah
That′s
right
Throw
it
in
the
bag
like
it's
no
price
Probably
get
mad
cause
they
got
no
life
I
don′t
know
about
that
I
don't
ever
look
back
Oh
nah
You
know
the
ghost
comes
out
at
night
You
call
my
name
I′m
on
a
flight
Cause
I
need
that
I
need
that
I
spend
on
you
I
make
it
back
Got
you
the
watch
that
Birkin
bag
Cause
I
need
that
I
need
that
Been
rough
for
the
past
few
months
Giving
everything
but
I
never
give
up
Feeling
empty
so
I
go
and
fill
cups
Trust
nobody
got
my
walls
built
up
Putting
you
first
lost
me
for
a
second
They
would
never
call
if
the
boy
didn't
check
in
They
would
never
text
if
they
still
didn't
need
me
Industry
tough
but
the
rap
shit
easy
Guard
stay
up
and
I
gotta
keep
watch
I′ve
been
tied
up
cause
I′m
trying
make
knots
East
to
West
like
BIG
like
Pac
Wu-tang
flow
we
the
cream
of
the
crop
Never
gone
fall
off
never
gone
beat
me
Here
all
season
this
ain't
like
TV
Songs
keep
spinning
make
em
all
queasy
Moving
like
breezy
dope
like
Jeezy
I
told
all
y′all
that
we
can't
hang
Y′all
ain't
ever
really
do
a
damn
thing
Lil
champagne
for
the
champ′s
pain
Stuck
up
in
the
crib
like
Anne
Frank
Writing
all
day
like
it's
do
or
die
Looking
in
the
mirror
like
who
am
I
Pick
a
side
pick
a
team
Make
moves
billie
jean
Do
you
all
the
favors
that
you
ask
for
I
ain't
even
ask
you
to
thank
me
Soon
as
I
talk
about
what
I
need
People
went
ghost
like
halloween
Tell
em
pour
up
till
my
cup
runneth
over
Haven′t
been
sober
all
of
October
Nah
My
motives
Getting
what
I
need
so
I
don′t
need
no
one
You
know
the
ghost
comes
out
at
night
You
call
my
name
I'm
on
a
flight
Cause
I
need
that
I
need
that
I
spend
on
you
I
make
it
back
Got
you
the
watch
that
Birkin
bag
Cause
I
need
that
I
need
that
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