Verse 1

Once upon a time, my mind's a land far away

Since larvae, scarred apart, act like I threw my heart away

Hardly starting, sleeves rolled up when my heart is showing

Hardly flowing, clotting cause my once present heart is broken

I'm lost, mapping. Feel my soul blacken

Impersonating rappers whose care seems to be lacking

Slacking life, passing class--rooms

Because I know that I will end up average, crashing at my Dad's home

Y'all say I'm good at rapping, I say I need practice

I want a flow you can't touch like inside a cactus

I'm trying to climb up to the top with some broken lattice

I want to reach my dreams in a place other than my mattress

My songs have been on pause because my flaws are afoot

And they keep kicking me till I fall when I'm writing these hooks

There's only been uno times that I've made it close

The old me is dead; I'm a friendly ghost

Chorus

Casper, just trapped in my soul

Got a lot of dreams, don't want to let them go

People talkin shit, I don't even wanna know

Fuck it, I'm about to go ghost

Verse 2

I'm losing connection, far away, I'm cordless

I'm not killing with my flow because I'm lacking worship

Too rich for free lunch, too poor to afford it

I want to kill on my flow like I'm a swordfish

Showing hate for the rules, and whoever enforce it

Stealing forbidden fruit; sneaking in the orchard

It's crazy, I've got beef; but, my plate is pork-less

How am I to make a mark when my tables forkless?

How do I find happiness, it's too hard to seek it

Now my face is breaking out like the guards are sleeping

Stressing over nothing, I want stouffer stunting

Life's a movie, and the cast? I think I've broken something

Because, the endings coming, and my friends are running

You ain't getting gravy when you're soft as stuffing

I'm reaching out, yet I'm not coming close to

My friends are disappearing, guess they're all ghosts too

Chorus

Verse 3

I can't take this warfare

How I started a diffute between my parents down stairs

Just when I thought I got a grip around everything

My Dad's words echo in my head, saying I'll never change

My palms are sweaty; I dropped the weight I was carrying

And I let them down again, so their trust I've been burying

In a grave yard next to my pride and my hope

And I was buried alive, that's why I feel like a ghost