Ghosty

When I smoke, I don't get... Ah
(Eyyeyyeyey)
When I smoke, I don't get... Ah

When I smoke I don't get high
I just contemplate shit
Like, who am I?
Try find some sense up in this mess
And I don't care much for society, soberiaty
And fuck all of these hierarchies
(fuck em)
Run and hide me
Won't get far, my gas on empy

Fed up, like Ghosty
(Fed up)
Drugged up, like mostly
(Drugged up)
Decomposing inside
Dig my own grave
With no spade
(It's fucked up)
Fed up, like Ghosty
(Fed up)
Drugged up, like mostly
(Drugged up)
Decomposing inside
Dig my own grave
With no spade
(It's fucked up)

Hide behind the way you feel
But do it politely
Ask if I feel motivated
Well, maybe slightly
I sat and watched my ego die
Like deer in headlight
(shush)
I don't really scare that much
That death come delight
Urgh!

You bring the ball
I'll bring the chain
We'll drag behind us all the pain
And yeah, it's draining
But that's life
Slowly got our brains decaying
R.I.P our sanity
We'll dash that down in front of us
Like that's life, that's life
Yuh!
(Eh)

Cross me, know you gonna get that soul replaced
(Death)
Cross me, I spit in your face
Don't feel disgrace
(None)
Cross me, good luck with that
I don't feel no hatred

When I smoke I
When I smoke I don't get high
I just contemplate shit
Like, who am I?
Try find some sense up in this mess
And I don't care much for society, soberiaty
And fuck all of these hierarchies
(Fuck em)
Run and hide me
Won't get far, my gas on empy

Fed up, like Ghosty
(Fed up)
Drugged up, like mostly
(Drugged up)
Decomposing inside
Dig my own grave
With no spade
(It's fucked up)
Fed up, like Ghosty
(Fed up)
Drugged up, like mostly
(Drugged up)
Decomposing inside
Dig my own grave
With no spade

Horror on the menu
Planet: Venue... Unsightly
Ask if I feel proud of it?
It's not very likely
You sat and watched your screen light
In dopamine delight
Freeze up like it's meaningful
Just watching a life
Urgh!

Your born with nothing
Same when die
And between, the system lying on repeat... But that's life
Deceptive and lucrative
Blood on the hands that pull the strings
That make the puppets mouth say things
Like - Take this, waste that... It's fine

Turn on device, and let it tell what to buy
(Bliss)
Go obey, just don't dare ask the question - Why?
(Dumb)
Make up your mind
As if the choices ain't dictated
When I smoke I

When I smoke I don't get high
I just contemplate shit
Like, who am I?
Try find some sense up in this mess
And I don't care much for society, soberiaty
And fuck all of these hierarchies
(Fuck em)
Run and hide me
Won't get far, my gas on empy

Fed up, like Ghosty
(Fed up)
Drugged up, like mostly
(Drugged up)
Fed up, like Ghosty
(Fed up)
Drugged up, like mostly
(Drugged up)
Fed up, like Ghosty
(Fed up)
Drugged up, like mostly
(Drugged up)
Fed up, like Ghosty
(Fed up)
Drugged up, like mostly
(Drugged up)