Ghost

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Mick Jenkins - Rap

Ghost

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[Intro] You never really see me out Imma just go [Hook] You never really see me out (unless you see me out) I be on the road Or I be in the crib When I'm not on the road I'm workin on my penmanship N my relationship I put in hard work You cannot fake the shit, you never really see me out Ghost... Ghost... Ghost... You never see me [Verse 1] I dig my personal space Put the flower in the paper, put the earth to my face With my lady n we laid out for the girth of the day It's worth it to say, I do this for a whole different purpose It's kinda high-key I'm low-key But to clarify I really just be more focused on me You can verify these claims with anybody that know me Singin' myy words nigga, i don't do karaoke N define worth to me 'cause I want win the trophy I been watchin' it closely All that glitter just garnish n I'm more partial to parsley N all the medals will tarnish You played your hardest and they ate your heart out I beg your pardon, I'm more Harden I can't ride a bench about it even if they claim I'm pissed about it Knew I had the eagle eye, couldn't remain pigeon 'bout it Speakin' 'bout it even when - especially when my pigment doubted They couldn't fuck with the vision, n now you see me in vintage frames Percentage rose when the interest came All the hate just fanned a bigger flame I'm simply sayin', when I'm sane I go Super Saiyan I supersede all them niggas that go with the grain That's why you never see me in that lane [Hook] Yeah You never really see me out (unless you see me out) I be on the road Or I be in the crib When I'm not on the road I'm workin on my penmanship N my relationship I put in hard work You cannot fake the shit, you never really see me out Ghost... Ghost... Ghost... You never see me [Verse 2] Back on my bullshit, you know I'm preachin', don't need a pulpit Who be a culprit if we really talkin' stealin' flows? I hate the fake, n my heart would break on a serial Basis, but the real do my shit just like Cheerios Hearin' more voices that try to influence choices I make I'm out my shell but all I see is oysters Phony kickin' it, they just imposters Fish out of water, no I need that moisture "He don't react to the heat like pasta Too much backbone, check his posture He dance with wolves, young Kevin Costner And canoes through this water world" With the logic of a Spock, if I retreat, I'm simply trynna prosper What do diamonds do under pressure? I feel the weight of landin' helicopters Just to get up here n find out they read teleprompters Fuck is conscious if you woke but you still in the bed? A lot of y'all realities is only in your head Then you bring that shit to me n you expect agreeance I'm disagreeing with your take on all this shit instead Now don't be trynna do the most So I digress, I take it down, I fade to black, I get ghost... [Hook] You never really see me out (unless you see me out) I be on the road Or I be in the crib When I'm not on the road I'm workin on my penmanship N my relationship I put in hard work You cannot fake the shit, you never really see me out Ghost... Ghost... Ghost... You never see me

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Writers
  • THEMpeople
  • OV
  • Dee Lilly
  • Mick Jenkins