Ghost - Mogli the Iceburg, Oncue

You said you don’t love me no more

I said, «Not this again, oh nah»

This will be the last time I’m sure

You and I will have this argument, oh nah

She scrapes me to my bones

She breaks things that were whole

But I ain’t down for givin' up now

If you wanted distance you’re in luck now

All these pieces that I’m pickin up now, oh

Quit with that nonsense, where was your conscience?

Where was your mind when you kept it all from me?

What about honesty?

I wanted all of you, but you had enough of me

You had a different scheme, you had a different move

Missing your company, cause I didn’t see it through

Didn’t love perfectly, I know I’m guilty too

That’s the reason that I find myself forgiving you

Ever since it happened I’ve been hidden in the stu

Only comin out to do a show with the crew

Girl, you should’ve known that I always stay on the move

Oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh, yeah

Don’t believe in ghosts

I know you’re my ghost

I think you’re my ghost

Your my, my, my

Now I’m on my grind, my grind

I’m try and get this bread like, yeah

Tryna get my family fed out here

Rapp until my face is red out here

You gon' listen what I said out here

I don’t want you in my head ah yeah

I’m just tryin to speak the truth, I swear

Wastin' energy on you’s not fair

But in my heart you’re close

You’re still my, you’re still my ghost

You run around here so lost, you’re so lost, I swear

Wonderin what you lost, what you lost, it’s clear

You tryna push me away

Why you tryna push me away?

You’re so cold, you’re detached from here

Motives and motions by fear

Never wanna see me again

Nothin' else really makes sense, nothin' else, yeah

What we could have beenI think

'bout it every time, I drink

Hope this go down for you

Burnin' all your gold for you

Sick and tired of ups and downs

Writin' songs about you now

Empty-handed, what I’ve found

Fightin' in the hallway

This the wrong way, we’ve been blowin' up

Screamin' through the walls, neighbors know it’s us

I’ve been on the bud, not close enough to what you do

I’ve been barely holdin' up, its true, yeah

Aw yeah, but I’m blowin' on the road and killin' shows

And labels callin', I’m not fallin' what they spewin'

Ballin', Patrick Ewing that’s proof

Don’t believe in ghosts

I know you’re my ghost

I think you’re my ghost

Your my, my, my

Now I’m on my grind, my grind

I’m try and get this bread like, yeah

Tryin to get my family fed out here

Rap until my face is red out here

You gon listen what I said out here

I don’t want you in my head out here

I’m just tryin to speak the truth I swear

Wasting energy on you’s not fair

But in my heart you’re close

You’re still my, you’re still my ghost