Hieronymus Goon - Ghosted (feat. Old Crow Faust) Lyrics

I'm makin moves on my own
Leave me the f*ck alone
I don't care who you know
I don't care what you smoke
Got my boys at your throat
Got my homies at your neck
Yeah you're always getting throwed
You always disrespect

I'm on the come up
Yeah you on your come down
That's just about sums up
What the f*ck I'm talkin bout
It's time to make room
For hieronymus Goon
I don't wanna hate you
But you know it's too soon
Wait I meant it's too late
Grinding like I'm playing skate
Man they hate to see my face
But you know this is my fate
I just wanna blow up act like I don't know anybody
Bitch I'm on fire I feel like I'm Ricky Bobby
I take inspiration bitch I never f*ckin copy
Why you talkin shit
When all of your shit is sloppy
Level up or fade away
I called your bluff
You stay the same

Seeing spirits everywhere just know that they surround
Hear their voices in your head and yet you Cannot make a sound
Cause your lips have been sewn shut and now Your mind has been spellbound
I just wish I'd join my loved ones buried Underneath the ground
As I sit and start to contemplate All the Choices I have made
Wonder if this act will Make it easy or just complicate
Burning up the nest I made
Smoking all the charred remains
Wishing that one day I could live lavish like King Charlemagne
Watching the blood fall like Rain while I roll up Another eighth
Smoke it to the neck while I spread my wings And make a new wave
Only came into this earth to live as the new Prince of plagues
Baptize me in blood as it floods the rivers and all the lakes