Ghost

Lyrics

[Hook] Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost don't pose and I don't post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost [Verse 1] Pickin' me a winner Picky hair an' I was a little bit thinner 3310 with a customised ringer I was tryna holla at Lavinia but she weren't ina Cos I was a sinner, thought I was a minger Never had a Bimmer Rollin' through the ends on a stolen aprillia Waiting for the Dominos guy to deliver for a free dinner Thought I knew it all I was just a beginner, never was a singer I was on pirate radio way before I heard Mike Skinner Wagwan killer, yeah, that's my nigga Talk about race but it's just way bigger I ain't gonna waste no time on Twitter Done with the jibba, cry me a river Say it to my face or say it to my trigger You go figure, or reconsider, Indian giver Lookin' for a chocolate girl with a hint of vanilla And she can bring a Indian with her I just want a bosom for a pillow An' I got a little bit o' skrilla We can get a boat and we can get a villa Or we can be on South Beach ruining your liver All killer, no filler [Pre-Hook] I don't wanna brag or boast I don't cater and I don't host When they ask what I do I say I do the most Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed Don't pose and I do not post And that's why these girls wanna play me [Hook] Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost don't pose and I don't post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost [Verse 2] They ain't put food on my table, I rock the cradle Big dirty stinkin' logo I rock the label I've been doin' this since cable I was on the graveyard shift in the studio Only popped out for a salt beef bagel I was on the roads when it was unstable I'm not an angel, beef had more than a plate full But I ain't hateful, born in the 80s, year of the 8 ball Come back 18, could've been a facial, would've been painful Raised in the 90s, it was still racial, bloody disgraceful Why are these yutes so bloody ungrateful Talk about grime like I ain't a staple I was on the mic when you was in play-school Stabbed six times yo it could have been fateful Would have been 6 foot deep On my bredrin's T-shirt lookin' distasteful Would have been wasteful Never would have seen the Caribbean in April Shackin' up with Rachel, givin' her a face-full Never would have been seven figures deep Walkin' down the street with a gorgeous freak in a chief Screamin' "come out the way fool" [Pre-Hook] I don't wanna brag or boast I don't cater and I don't host When they ask what I do I say I do the most Then I get ghost, on the coast like I am supposed Don't pose and I do not post And that's why these girls wanna play me [Hook] Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost don't pose and I don't post Close, close, wanna get close on the coast Ghost, ghost