Текст песни Ghost Story - Doov

Me and shorty trapped and took a trip to Miami
I be going ghost that boy a phantom like Danny
Now I gotta bag, we finna drive to Atlanta
Sometimes I wanna be a ghost, I drop a four in the Fanta
These boys do the most until it's time to throw hands up
Like we got different grammar, how they can't understand us
If I'm going broke, I find a way, get my bands up
I guess y'all wouldn't know cus we ain't got the same standards

Every girl who find me think that she got a good one
But summer time come you still catch me with my hood up
I'm 732 and you ain't never gon change me
I'm ex tid and you ain't ever gon save me
My boys all TTG, but they ain't been through no training
I ain't go through the most, I'm just the one who could paint it
I wish my memory wasn't as good as it is, dog
I wish I ain't remember half the shit that I did, dog
I wish I ain't remember half the shit that she said to me
Try to go forget it, instead I let it get to me
So I fill up my cup till I'm sick when I'm sippin that Hennessy
Imma ghost, baby, I be dippin out when it seem like it's best for me
I ain't really around, I guess that's how it's meant to be
I'm never around, I guess that's how it's meant to be

Me and shorty trapped and took a trip to Miami
I be going ghost that boy a phantom like Danny
Now I gotta bag, we finna drive to Atlanta
Sometimes I wanna be a ghost, I drop a four in the Fanta
These boys do the most until it's time to throw hands up
Like we got different grammar, how they can't understand us
If I'm going broke, I find a way, get my bands up
I guess y'all wouldn't know cus we ain't got the same standards

I locked myself in the basement like that shit was dungeon
I get faded on my own, I don't need to hit functions
Say you running out of time like it's cracks on your watch face
I'm doing just fine, Lord, I'm moving at my pace
I see the distance growing, but it's only been sideways
I need to elevate, I know there must be a higher place

But all my dogs is almost always almost broke
If it's a lick, they don't say no
If that shit quick, they don't say no
These bitches love to poke they nose
These rappers flex and turn to jokes
Doov where you been
Been laying low
I lay my head where they don't know
I think I'm finna stay a ghost
I think I'm finna stay a ghost

Me and shorty trapped and took a trip to Miami
I be going ghost that boy a phantom like Danny
Now I gotta bag, we finna drive to Atlanta