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kid wcked - ghosts كلمات أغنية

[intro: kid wcked]
ro_b z. on the beat(huh)

[verse 1: kid wcked]
kid gassed, but the drive got ‘em assed out
f_cked up, half moon, howling, i’m a crash out
problem child, the nerdy kid is running the class now(fake sh_t)
i can see through the cats in the glass house(fake sh_t)
put ‘em through the pain, if they’re sl!ck, though
dip, though, f_ck n_ggas hanging out the window
youngest, but f_ck with my fam, and i turn into big bro
and i ain’t taking the high road, so get low

[chorus: kid wcked]
locked in, i don’t need no one to save me
cut deep, but the pain never break me
day ones turned ghosts on the daily
they were phantoms anyway, the sh_t don’t phase mе
but the work ain’t done, give ‘еm more strikes
soul cold, but the pen give ’em more life
yeah, they hate, but i’m lit when it’s dark out
the stage is set, now they see what the heart ’bout

[verse 2: kid wcked]
d_mn, it’s programmed in the kid’s code
d_mn, don’t even blame the n_ggas that switched tho
i ain’t give ‘em a reason to fight for sh_t
they ain’t learn to value this, but they can value what they miss though
reminiscing on the people that i lost
for the clout, for the hate, for the pain they done caused
but i’m out, it’s ok, they just plain, say i’m soft
i don’t need a crew, i just need to lock in on my cause
what i fight for, showing all them n_ggas who the boss
got the high score, don’t even feel too bad for the loss
n_ggas light, torch, n_gga, i’m the light to guide the lost
when i write more, i could be the one to k!ll ‘em off
cut ties, circle getting smaller by the day
they was sleep, their awake now, tryna ride the wave
but i’m deep in my ways, i ain’t got the time to waste
yea i’m locked in, hoping it’ll keep me safe, ok
[chorus: kid wcked, monofinite]
locked in, i don’t need no one to save me
cut deep, but the pain never break me
day ones turned ghosts on the daily
they were phantoms anyway, the sh_t don’t phase me
but the work ain’t done, give ’em more strikes
soul cold, but the pen give ’em more life
yeah, they hate, but i’m lit when it’s dark out
the stage is set, now they see what the heart ’bout(mono!)

[verse 3: monofinite]
all of them f_ck n_ggas behind me ghosted
when i f_cked up, i cried, but when you do it’s no emotion
i hear these ghosts up in my head, the reason why i’m coping
i bet yo’ b_tch ass want me dead too, and i’ll keep you hoping
me_ me_ ‘member fakeness is closest thing to reality
these b’s want buzz, you too sweet, they sting you and give you a cavity
you fill me up with all this set switchin’, i’m charged with battery
there go my anger issues, it ain’t a wonder you mad at me
heh, i really thought that i had friends for real
said to your face that you was toxic, how it’s meant to feel
best to quit at all that b_tching and sign a record deal
man, all you monkeys bananas and i might let it peel
and still, they like still on my d_ck, uh
i ain’t gon’ f_ck with no n_gga who b_tch just to b_tch, uh
empathy stolen, straight hittin’ a l!ck, uh
all these ghosts gone with fl!ck of the wrist, uh
[verse 4: zymic]
catch a fl!ck, while i’m snapping
ain’t been up in the mix, i chose to stay way off the atlas
can’t kick it in a clique, they don’t carry the same passion
you can tell by how my adlibs better than your whole tracklist
yet they would lose their lungs for a gasp of fame
lose hands for a grasp of change
any other second brothers bound to turn their backs away
they quick to go and crash a wave, just so they could have a taste
buddy so sweet but so fake, call him aspartame
sugar spillin empty lies
any shift, they shifting sides
ain’t trippin on it, definitely ain’t gon envy one of many lives
ain’t many i’s but many eyes gon see one i do and make mini i’s
they’ll chat on the mp3 but the mp4 don’t show no mp5s
f_ck it, i only lie with me
i live it up, i wouldn’t let em lie to me
behind the scenes, i cook the most
and they ain’t even heard a side of me
no rivalries, go to no time for me to use letting b_tches bother me
need god with me, i pray ‘fore i hit the stu, ‘cause i’m about to eat

[chorus: kid wcked]
locked in, i don’t need no one to save me
cut deep, but the pain never break me
day ones turned ghosts on the daily
they were phantoms anyway, the sh_t don’t phase me
but the work ain’t done, give ’em more strikes
soul cold, but the pen give ’em more life
yeah, they hate, but i’m lit when it’s dark out
the stage is set, now they see what the heart ’bout

- kid wcked

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