Ghosts

I've been in this fucking mood for days, yeah
Looking for a pickup
Stumbled on a razor
Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right
Throat tight, cold chills
Fomo for more pills
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Can't hide it no more
I'm on the run bitch, I'm wanted
It seeps through my pores
Runs down my forehead, I'm haunted
Drippin' on down
Beyond a shadow of doubt
Feels like I'm stuck in a cloud
Wondering who could save me now, but

Look at me now, out on the town
I'm getting drunk, don't give a fuck
Never I did, never I will
Not on the pill, the cycle is real
Stuck in these feel, stuck in these feels

I've been on the fucking moon for days, yeah
Looking for a pickup, stumbled on a razor
Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right
Throat tight, cold chills
Fomo for more pills, Fomo for more pills

I've got no one to blame but myself for this bullshit
Moth to the flame, always the same
I can't do shit, trying so long
But the feelings so wrong
I just wanna move on, I just wanna move on, but-

I got it bad just like my dad
I want the bag
I want the world
I want it all
I'm in the stall
Pumpin' her, uh
Pumpin' her, ah
I gotcha baby
I gotcha, baby

I've been in this fucking mood for days, yeah
Stumbled on a razor
Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right
Throat tight, cold chills
Fomo for more pills
Fomo for more pills

Fomo for more pills
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I've been in this fucking mood for days, yeah
Looking for a pickup
Stumbled on a razor
Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right
Throat tight, cold chills
Fomo for more pills
Fomo for more pills

I've been in this fucking mood for days, yeah
Looking for a pickup
Stumbled on a razor
Heaven knows I'm sick ya, I ain't right
Throat tight, cold chills
Fomo for more pills
Fomo for more pills