This city’s a ghost town

I live in a ghost town

[Outasight]:

Say goodbye to your friends

The lost love that never had a chance

Where the music’s too slow and the light’s too low

But damn, you still wanna dance

Got all the answers but don’t raise your hand

Asking for a little break but nothing wants to bend

And who needs real when you can just pretend

It’s all okay, maybe in the end

Heading up I’m trying to make a little sense

Want you to play the game while I’m riding on the bench

Getting worries you’re the only one convinced

That it all comes easy it’ll all be a sinch

Some how some way I’m screwed without a wrench

I’ma twist and turn ‘til I’m out the hole again

Drift away like I’m blowing in the wind

My regards I’ll send

Where’d all the real people go?

Everybody chasing their money, money

If you don’t sell your soul

The people gonna look at you funny, funny

This city’s a ghost town

I live in a ghost town

This city’s a ghost town

I live in a ghost town

[Loggy]:

I can’t shake the feeling of another defeat

But I can’t hate the feeling of ‘em tugging my sleeve

This whole town’s a ghost town—nothing’s for free

This old road I go down’s nothing to me

This crowd is so loud, I know they're so down

Cuz we do it for the kingdom and not the crown

Rock out, rock out, it’s what makes me believe

A generation’s out there chasing its dreams

They look to me, cuz nowadays I'm in it

Coming up a little smart they’d say I’m different

Now I play the part for some peaceful livin’

But I’m always on the road, so they say I’m trippin’

Back on the map its all gotta happen

Involved in the Jacksons

Never put cash over rappin’, it fragments the passion

Then its lights, camera, sell out, you might get some action

[Hook]

[Kinetics]:

I feel like I been mopin' around in a ghost town

Awoke alone in a motel and I'm grossed out

Cause no one's around, so I'm screamin' with a soar throat

Sendin' out an S.O.S. in Morse code

Cause I don't understand where the love and support goes

Lord knows, if you don't have a dollar, the doors close

I'm bored of award shows and horrible wardrobes

I'd rather pour a 40 than order a Bordeaux

But yo, that's just me, I ain't charmin' at all

I go to Carnegie Hall, fall, and barf on the wall

Cause I'd rather be a mess with half of my mind gone

Than act like I'm James Bond and have a disguise on

Cause son, when it's all done, you become who you pretend to be

All that means to me is that eventually

The person that you used to be is no longer remembered

And the person that you have become now is nothing but a pretender, whatever

[Hook]