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Pas/Cal - Ghost Lyrics



Pas/Cal - Ghost Lyrics
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Reeboks cop for the low
If the shoe fits, it won't last long
So you pursue all the loving that you passed on
Six-foot gap from ya youth
You been lucid since it passed on
Pray 22 gon be the year you get ya bag on
They don't know your sohl, don't know your pain
If they did they'd disrespect you all the same
Pops was first engaged when he was 25
You still tryna bag a second date, my god
Play the game, so wrong
Put it on 11719
13 to link with Molly for the night
Lose your mind
The loyalty ain't light
Only trusting people who gon miss you when you-
Don't f*ck with them, you'll do it for the pay though
But they OD bout ya cut
Steady rolling only kief in ya blunt
You done cut off everybody who could swoop you out ya rut
No peace
Tryna run a friendly fade till ya nose bleed
You could f*ck away the pain till they out yo mind
But they come right back, finna face yo time
It's been 8 months, eyes grey
Long nights, long days
Vegas, 4k
Tryna speed with no breaks
Stuck on whatchu want
Stuck on poor taste
F*ck on sneaky links but you caught feelings in the foreplay
Out the back door
Hella used to solo-cruising city back roads
If you still hurting when you make it, what the bag for
Cause bread can't fix it if you don't know whatchu sad for
Quick stop, you stay idling
Hella tired from fighting so just I went in
Bouquet of lilies and some Vicodin
Tryna do my best to getchu smiling
Check ain't come so I'm swiping them
Walk on back on a high again
Nothing at the spot that the ride was in
Text on my phone that the vibe is friends
Haystack
Gotta break some hearts to find where bae at
Ghost ghost ghost, it goes way back
All that shit seem pointless on the playback
All that shit was super f*cking childish
You gotta keep an eye on who you ride with
Smoke smoke smoke, when the time hits
Finna pop the whole whole whole, moving slow slow
Miss it when it go go go, blind before fore
Money opens doors doors doors, world cold cold
Put it on my folks folks folks, on my sohl sohl sohl sohl
Sohl sohl sohl sohl sohl sohl sohl sohl
Leave your mind, feel the high
You could throw away your life to see what heavens like
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Reeboks cop for the low
If the shoe fits, it won't last long
So you pursue all the loving that you passed on
Six-foot gap from ya youth
You been lucid since it passed on
Pray 22 gon be the year you get ya bag on
They don't know your sohl, don't know your pain
If they did they'd disrespect you all the same
Pops was first engaged when he was 25
You still tryna bag a second date, my god
Play the game, so wrong
Put it on 11719
13 to link with Molly for the night
Lose your mind
The loyalty ain't light
Only trusting people who gon miss you when you-
Don't f*ck with them, you'll do it for the pay though
But they OD bout ya cut
Steady rolling only kief in ya blunt
You done cut off everybody who could swoop you out ya rut
No peace
Tryna run a friendly fade till ya nose bleed
You could f*ck away the pain till they out yo mind
But they come right back, finna face yo time
It's been 8 months, eyes grey
Long nights, long days
Vegas, 4k
Tryna speed with no breaks
Stuck on whatchu want
Stuck on poor taste
F*ck on sneaky links but you caught feelings in the foreplay
Out the back door
Hella used to solo-cruising city back roads
If you still hurting when you make it, what the bag for
Cause bread can't fix it if you don't know whatchu sad for
Quick stop, you stay idling
Hella tired from fighting so just I went in
Bouquet of lilies and some Vicodin
Tryna do my best to getchu smiling
Check ain't come so I'm swiping them
Walk on back on a high again
Nothing at the spot that the ride was in
Text on my phone that the vibe is friends
Haystack
Gotta break some hearts to find where bae at
Ghost ghost ghost, it goes way back
All that shit seem pointless on the playback
All that shit was super f*cking childish
You gotta keep an eye on who you ride with
Smoke smoke smoke, when the time hits
Finna pop the whole whole whole, moving slow slow
Miss it when it go go go, blind before fore
Money opens doors doors doors, world cold cold
Put it on my folks folks folks, on my sohl sohl sohl sohl
Sohl sohl sohl sohl sohl sohl sohl sohl
Leave your mind, feel the high
You could throw away your life to see what heavens like
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Writer: Shawn Clayton
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Performed By: Pas/Cal
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Shawn Clayton

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