ghost

By Liyon (s)

Released on March 21, 2025

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[Verse]

The ghost of Nick Drake lives within me

Telling me not to make his mistake

But I think it’s too late

And I gotta miss the plate

Food coming in delayed

Food on a silver plate

Hitting me

All the praise

All I ever wanted was to be accepted

And to make it big but really nothing extra

But now it’s too late and you ain’t

Saying shit until the shit that never crossed your mind now has fucking happened

I’m posessed by Steez

Opposed by dreams

All I hear’s the screams

And all I evеr see’s a screen

All I ever need is a dream

To comе true, what I do may seem extreme

Baby I’m ashamed of my fate

Hoping to be great but I ain’t in that state

Maybe I’ll be found when I’m late

Maybe they gon say what if he waited

Too late

Too late


[Chorus]

Everytime I do the most

I be followed by a ghost

I be feeling like a host

To the ghosts in my mind as they watch me write this note

Everytime I go to sleep

I can hear the spirits weep

They be telling me to join them now

And I listen to them tell the secrets that they keep


[Intermission]

Where’s my bottle

I’ll keep them still

On a pill

Where’s my pen?

I’m so sorry

Love

Leo

Hold on


[Verse 2]

The ghost of Elliott is in me

Reawaken in his soul reincarnate

Mental going down at a hard rate

Only thing that saves me’s the bar souls telling me that I’m late

Tell them I’ll be with them in a minute

First I got some things I gotta finish

Write a couple letters, make a song or two

No time for autotune

One take, wonder heaven or to hell with the sinners

Homocide or suecide

You decide

You ain’t got no credit in this you’ll be fine

He won’t, he does

Deep throat hard drugs

Overdose, I must

Stay focused I trust

As my heart stops I’m headed into wonderland

Wonder why cry over all this spilled sand?

Spilled sand’s just life from an hourglass

Fleeing our grasp like spilled xan

Floor covered in hundred xan


[Chorus 2]

Everytime I do the most

I be followed by a ghost

I be feeling like a host

To the ghosts in my mind as they watch me write this note

Everytime I go to sleep

I can hear the spirits weep

They be telling me to join them now

And I listen to them tell the secrets that they keep


[Outro]

I’m about to fucking join them

Fuck